Impossibly bright
the snow feet deep,
roads ploughed twice a day.
My Uncle’s Opel Commodore,
polished bronze, hides
inside a car shaped drift.
And he, cashmere elegant,
tall as a house,
buck toothed handsome
stoops to lay his hands
on my shoulders
and smiles.
The light inside me
impossibly bright.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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