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Thursday 28 January 2016

Eric the Red

He wanders
beard and temper
flame red;
voices of villagers
shrieking in his ears,
long after.

Silence makes
strange noises
as he tramps through
crunching snow;
through icy desert,
the hollow blue tunnel
of sky and land;
creaking icebergs,
pearl textured islands,
floating sculptures,
melancholy drifts
lifting, folding;

until the cries of
the purple afternoon
slip deep into night;

he lies in a cloud
of embracing snow,
red beard – hoar
clings white to hair,
as he slides into the void;

he says to the air,
‘I am a useless burden.’

© Valerie Taylor
All rights reserved
November 2015

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