At work I was issued with a set of these fabulous shoe 'snow chains', which felt a little weird to walk on to begin with, but I was very glad of them. Anyway, walking up a path I turned and saw that they were leaving these strange slightly delicate looking prints, rather as if a large bird had just hopped across the snow. And it reminded me of this poem, which I just had to go hunting for to share with you (nothing to do with snow, and I cannot find any info about the author).
traces, fine bird prints
above the tide line
do the grains of sand recall
compressing tight to make that shape
or loosening in the new arrangement?
even after waves, somewhere,
my cells remember how it was
your track etching
-- Lilian Mohin
beautiful! I'm looking out for you when I see a postie in the street!ReplyDelete
Wonderful!! And I really must get these chain things!!ReplyDelete
Lilian Mohin runs Onlywomen Press, a lesbian-feminst press in London. (www.onlywomenpress.com)ReplyDelete