June 2024
Bio Note: I am a UK-based poet, who has also lived in Czechia. My work has appeared in many anthologies. Also published in Ink Sweat and Tears, Vox Populi. Experienced in collaborative work, ten years with graphic artist Romit Berger, currently working on translation poetry with Chinese poet Mayongbo.
White
The white
brought them from the house
drinking their laughter
like a soft, bath sponge
in the scatterings
from the sledge rails
under the moonlight.
The shadows kept their distance,
held in check by pale echoes
of the darkness
of the night before.
In the undisturbed corners
the smooth snow waited,
longing for a turn
to feel the heady rush
of trail-blade
course through her,
re-shaping her cold
with their body heat.
©2024 Helen Pletts
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