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This Winter

Poem by me, illustration by daughter. Some of the formatting has taken on a life of its own. Oh well.

This winter, we wade in paddy fields
With no rice.
I’ve never known the land like it
In my lifetime
Which grows longer, every minute.
Whether I do, or don’t.
It’s the only thing I know how to measure
As, relentless, hungry
We power up our earth’s atmosphere
Shooting carbon atoms into the sky.

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Thickly-iced polar vortices spun by
Fatal fingers slam down the east coast

And purple heatwaves head south

Lost in smoke. And above the clouds

Clear air turbulence
Lurks invisible between every isobar
Waiting to send your in-flight meal, flying
And, still, some people wonder,
What any of this has to do with them…
Whilst in England
We wade in paddy fields.

The Frozen House Speaks

Morning, it chatters
Breath steaming up the bathroom
And I listen
For the slight click
As the microswitch
Kicks the heating pump into action

Downstairs
The whir of the Xbox, abandoned last night
Drowns the thermostat’s faint twitch
A Honeywell:
Orders groaning hot water
All round

Upstairs
Unsupervised
The flush sticks
A trickling waste.
And quickening drips
Slide down
Defrosting slates
Wheeeeee…
Splat.

Standing outside
I put my hand on the gutter downpipe
Eyes closed
Feeling the flow
And breathe
Breathe
Breathe

Drip
Drip
Drip

Breathe

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I have been introduced to…

Vodka. I already knew tonic and lime.