Through the window

This poem was Commended at the 2017 Anstruther Writing Awards

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Through the window, the sky is blue,

the fields white, the sun doesn’t shine. 

The cold sparkles off trees, which bend

towards the sea. On the path,

walkers come and go with children

sliding and tumbling in the snow. 

Before me another season flashes by

in humourless silence. Sarah arrives and says,

“Cheer up Fred. It’s not the end of the world.”

I hear this constantly circling my head

as my mind goes blank, wishing it was. 

Just about remembering; being active,

taking an interest, having fun

is all I have to keep me going

through the live moments between the darkness. 

Sarah is good to me. She is patient, very patient.

I look again for her through the window

and hope Spring will soon arrive with light

and a door to freedom; just out of reach.

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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