The Big Catch

 

I had to write an image poem for my writing class so I thought I’d share it here:

 

The Big Catch

 

the trees are coat racks

for snow

 

my nose an icicle

dripping to break off

 

the sound of stillness

but a shrieking kettle

 

I extent my tongue,

preparing for the big catch

 

she waltzes down

like a crisp white bride

a magnet for the eyes

we smile in her presence

 

she lands soft on my tongue

and she’s gone forever

 

The first snow,

the big catch

 

It’s one to be remembered.

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