Sunday, February 3, 2013
A Winter Poem by Rona Shaffran
Chaste
Winter moon
streams through the window
electroplating our bedcovers,
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.
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