Cracked ice
Muffled chink of milk bottles handled
by the milkman’s barely unfrozen fingers
when I was younger you gave me
a hard rock in a soft place
the space between
my outspread palms
mouth of a closing door
opening wider
sound of ice in the river
my face
when I look at myself
in the mirror.
I must remember these when I go under
no point in resurfacing unless it’s to remind us
of our beginnings
in the street I hear children
forgetting themselves
these are the nights
I wander
hands outstretched
houses blink
their windows at me
turn and stare
as if I want to burn them
when a door is shut
I kick it open
(from The Other Side of the Bridge, Indigo Dreams)
Cumbrian poet Dr. Geraldine Green is a freelance creative writing tutor, mentor and associate editor of Poetry Bay. The Other Side of the Bridge, her latest collection published in July 2012 by Indigo Dreams, formed part of her PhD in Creative Writing: ‘An Exploration of Identity and Environment through Poetry.’ Her next collection Salt Road will be published in summer 2013 (Indigo Dreams)
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