The Snow Was Falling

by Lois Marie Harrod

like swarms
of white flies,
their white wings
a cold tissue,
their stings
a white stone.
My mouth held
your weapons,
every crumb
white and innocent,
but you too
were falling,
the sky coming down,
your cold white hand
on a wild woman,
the ancient earth.
My fingers were swelling,
the hemlock gloved
in ermine caterpillars,
I was wrapping
my heart in white leaves
like a jewel,
it was not
the heart of a doe,
and I do not know
whether there can be
such whiteness again
or whether
this is as cold
as I come.

Lois Marie Harrod’s most recent collection Nightmares of the Minor Poet appears in May, 2016. Her chapbook And She Took the Heart appeared in January 2016, and her 13th and 14th poetry collections, Fragments from the Biography of Nemesis (Cherry Grove Press) and the chapbook How Marlene Mae Longs for Truth (Dancing Girl Press) appeared in 2013. The Only Is won the 2012 Tennessee Chapbook Contest (Poems & Plays), and Brief Term, a collection of poems about teachers and teaching was published by Black Buzzard Press, 2011. Cosmogony won the 2010 Hazel Lipa Chapbook (Iowa State). She is widely published in literary journals and online ezines from American Poetry Review to Zone 3. She teaches Creative Writing at The College of New Jersey.

Comments

By Victor D. Sandiego on Nov 19, 2015 06:28 (UTC)

One of the things that I enjoy about this piece is its way of drawing me down the page. It starts with the fact that the title is not repeated on the first line. Sometimes repeating can work, but in this case the title and the body of the piece become one, which serves the piece very well. And of course, the presence of whiteness throughout in various ways reinforces the piece quite nicely.

By Stacy Maddox on Oct 19, 2016 20:53 (UTC)

Unique and fresh, I enjoyed this piece!

Stacy