the ice crystals cut my eyes in two

 

 

the ice-crystals

cut

my eyes in two

 

I looked from one

and I saw the surface veins

of the last leaves left

 

and I looked from the other

and I saw

the coal-black depth

of frozen water

 

 

 

melts

 

when those rocks

 

hit

 

hard

 

they free

 

three

 

thoughts

 

 

a frozen garden

 

floating in space

 

melts

 

 

 

 

 

 

dull photographs no. 3 - extracts from the second bottom drawer of our freezer

There is a grey hinterland to every freezer in which slumbers joy and horror alike.  Chilled, stiffened and inextricably dull.