Poem
Ian Pindar
Snow
Snow
Snow
on a metal contraption of some kinderected in the woods, the height of a man,
can be knocked off with a black branch
revealing tiny rivets, a bolt or two,
but nothing more of the machine’s purpose
than can be guessed at from its peculiar shape
and solitary position
out here where nobody lives or works or ever
comes
with only the wolves for company,
howling in the wind that whistles through its
delicate wires,
sending us to sleep.
© 2010, Ian Pindar
From: Emporium
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
From: Emporium
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
Ian Pindar
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1970)
Ian Pindar was born in London and lives in Oxfordshire. His first collection of poetry, Emporium, will be published by Carcanet in 2011, and his second collection, Constellations, in 2012. Pindar is an active writer, contributing poetry and reviews to many of the UK’s notable broadsheet and poetry magazines. Last year he was awarded the Arthur Welton Award by the Society of Authors to assist to...
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Snow
on a metal contraption of some kinderected in the woods, the height of a man,
can be knocked off with a black branch
revealing tiny rivets, a bolt or two,
but nothing more of the machine’s purpose
than can be guessed at from its peculiar shape
and solitary position
out here where nobody lives or works or ever
comes
with only the wolves for company,
howling in the wind that whistles through its
delicate wires,
sending us to sleep.
From: Emporium
Snow
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