[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
"I was fast asleep,"
she said. "I dreamt of summer.
But all we have here
are these long cold dark winters
where no fire can warm
our lives, to melt this ice sheet
that covers it all,
or thaw this frost that clutches,
holding our lives hard and tight."
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