Waves, Vol.8 No.2

Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....

ARRAS

A field of snow
growing
in the silence.

Sun softening
the gentle swells
illuminating
crystals.

Wind bends
a long straw
and winds it slowly
ornamenting the
pristine blanket,

with an oval
repeated
and repeated.

A mouse shelters
in a snowhole
nibbling windfallen seed;
leaving droppings
in the frozen nest.

Hare tracks
cluster under
shelter of a
snow-laden pine.

There - the
outspread wings
of a falcon
imprinted on the snow

- and there the
hare tracks end.
There is no blood
to colour the
monomorphic plane.

c. 1980
Rita Rosenfeld
Published in Waves, a quarterly York magazine