Sunday, February 3, 2013

A Winter Poem by Rona Shaffran


Chaste

Winter moon

streams through the window 

electroplating our bedcovers, 

 
squares of light silver

your face, a death mask

silent as the crusted snow.                                                                      

 
In a stinging wind,
 

the nearby streetlamp combs 

our front yard for shadows,
 

a broken white umbrella limps

down the monochrome street.

 
A metal street sign strikes

its steel post,

 
clanging

the tocsin bell.

An earlier version of this poem was previously published in Vallum. It is part of Rona Shaffran's latest collection titled, “Ignite,”to be published by Signature Editions, spring 2013. Stay tuned to this site for more information.
Rona Shaffran

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