It's Still Life

A Hint of Siberia Without Producing a Passport

Sub-zero wind
is a hard nudge
An assault
A deep breath
feels like your last
It dropped into
minuses overnight
Blizzardy snow and
icicles hanging
hard as Sheffield
Loose teeth aiming
to fall And
there goes the wind
again
Against
the house a bashing
steel bar at bricks
and fairy lights
jiggling it up
in sailwinds
dancing puppets
dropping
from the eaves
from merry encasements
running the perimeter
roof tiles in flapping
frenzy So
I’ll take a seat
by the fire
afford my poor
circulation the heat
and just wait it out

Sunday Whirl words: assault puppet sail case seat bar last fall run deep nudge afford. This is an experiment using no punctuation, where line breaks, white space, and capitalisation suggest change, and pause.