October 11, 2007

(for George Szirtes - il miglior fabbro)

Your white ink settles on my page like snow
My stuttered words are quivering in the creases
Snow settles on my words and smothers them
My white ink clings to margins and to edges
Your white ink glides across this shiny page
My words are stumbling through your drifts of snow
Your snow has frozen all my white ink words
My white ink melts beneath your quiet breath
Your white ink lingers round my wordless mouth

—Hilary Mellon

Posted by dwaber at October 11, 2007 01:10 PM