October

Sunday morning - I was just putting some more poems together to send to Other Poetry when I came across this one, which they published in the last edition. Appropriate for the day eh?:


October

and first frost expected

thought lost

etched in laced dreams of glass

edges iced

and a letter to a lover

penned from the front line

ripped open eagerly

as snow falls smiling

The Great North Run is on the telly in the background. Three years ago I was running it. Completely exhausting. I said I'd never do it again.

Not so sure now...