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Let in the Stars
POEMS
Created: 3rd September, 2015

Waiting For Snow

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Poem

POETIC DEVICES

Assonance Simile

We turn our faces up and jiggle thirty toes,
Morse-coding longing with our restless beat.
When will it come?
Shepherds on the first Nativity, we scan the skies
and huddle,
huffing frosting on our faces in the midnight glass.
When will it come?
To pass the time, I tell tall tales of days off-school that flew
beneath the runners of my ancient sledge.
With ace chicanery on Beacon Hill
I was invincible
When will it …. wait,
the wind has died and hushed as hallelujahs
the sky is falling in!
Our triple mouths breathe bubble lines of 'O's,
a dot to dot to mark each spiralling descent,
each tiny stellar miracle.
Blackfoot birds hunch grumpy underneath the birch,
sullenly interpreting the smoke signals send spinning
by our laughter on the badlands of the lawn – a blank page waiting for the stories
to be printed by our books.
Stamping reindeer-style, William says,
'if water endlessly recycles, then this snow fell on you before.'
I feel the fizz of snowflakes on my lips and smile.
I think it did.
You know, I really think it did.

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Jennifer Watson - Waiting For Snow

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