Coldness sits in legs feet
and brain
Two thirty a.m.
East Central Scotland
January

Creative faculties frozen
Mind numb
Quality of poetry
basic to subzero
A room with no heating

That cold settles in
throughout the hours
even your eyes
get too cold to work
My hat wraps the brain

Now I am repeating words
I said brain again
forgetting I had been there
It is too cold to shower
Bits of me itch
Others are numb

It's been a long time
since i wrote a poem
it's good to create
sometimes you force it
for its own sake
fuck the quality


K Emslie Mitchell 10/01/08

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