Description: A few childhood memories of growing up in Ontario, particularly school days.
January -------------------------------------------
These winds have passed this way before
I know them like scars
Frozen furrowed fields
Humped in hard packed white
And cold steel in schoolyards
Toungues tasted and stuck fast
Finally set free
Warm water from a blue cup
Accompanied by red nosed laughter
And pointing mittened hands
Mocking
The words wrapped in curling clouds
Afloat in January air
Gathered by frost stung ears
The comfort of being inside
Hot chocolate and heat
Chap stick, warm feet
Then the cold reality
of education........
I see that you are speaking of being outside during recess or lunch and then going back inside. I could just feel the pain and discomfort of having my tongue stuck to cold steel. My favourite are the first four lines, and "the words wrapped in curling clouds, afloat in January air." there is some powerful imagery here. This clearly could only come from the mind of someone all too familiar with extreme cold winters and long, dreary Januarys. January always was my least favourite month of the year.
i had a blue cap... loved the poem. it really brought back memories, and a little bit of sadness too. and i like how you break from the syntax every once and a while, it's a jolt from everything that's going on.
theb crappy febuary comes aroubd abd teaches us of heart breaking trips the long lasting hurts that makes us vomit abd wish to flip lol peace and this did brought back my childhood days also
Submission Name: January
