The ice, disgruntled, shifts itself........

font: Stylistic SF

 

textures and effects by Remember Remember

 

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Jo Bell

 

Frozen In

 

You wake, and know.

The boat is still as bones

and you, its red heart beating.

 

The canal was taken in its sleep

and paved with cold. The chilled air

gathers round your feet.

 

The ice, disgruntled, shifts itself

and chews a little on the hull,

sets itself to set again.

 

Beneath the glaze fish flicker

like grey flames,

silent, watchful.

 

Inside, you go on with the business

of making tea,

waiting for crocuses.

Done