Wednesday, 27 December 2006

Rear of a Horse by Liam Wilkinson

The first snow.
I go out to photograph the frozen landscape
in an effort to jar the numb silence of Winter.
The dead leaves, still hung,
crack and buckle beneath
a gentle deadly layer of perfect white.
The old church stops breathing,
preserved in its reach,
seized in its optimism.
The gipsy caravan hides its colours
beneath the season’s vale.
Its rest seems permanent.
And the horse, rummaging for green,
spots the automatic flash.
Most niggled, he turns away.


Liam Wilkinson, York, UK

1 comment:

Juliet Wilson said...

I like how all the colour is hidden under the snow in this poem.