Just Icing the Mind
I love the sound of ice cubes when
I cycle home from Crossmaglen
They rattle in my thermos flask
As if a Herculean task
Was ending
I take them out on trips, you see,
Because I want them close to me
To shield me from the bitter woes
That will, like Cleopatra's nose,
Need mending
I like to watch them glistening
At every infant's christening
When there's nobody listening
The silence then is blistering
Heart-rending
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Apsley, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 31st May 2002. |