
Staring from inside
grateful to be warm and dry
Patterns on the glass
Copyright Francis 2022

Staring from inside
grateful to be warm and dry
Patterns on the glass
Copyright Francis 2022
Face
The face of winter
hangs rigid like death
pinching my ears
stabbing at my nose
Plumes of steam
from concrete slits
blur hunchback figures
shuffling through
the matte scenes
in ashen white
I’m looking for heat
stamping
flicking ash
on lunar prints
sealed in fortnight ice
waiting for steel facades
and great sheens of glass
to emanate your face
from rippling sepia shapes
poem and image © copyright David Francis Barker 2012
image digitally created