Sinister Tower…
(Inspired by Kirsty Elson’s artwork…)
Snow slakes a tree, like a wrapped gift.
Church windows are daubed black, like death
Beneath a lemon meringue roof, extraneous.
Iced-cake cottage snuggles, incongruous,
A forgotten bicycle has been left leaning
Against its pink wall, the frame gleaming
White, dusted by a light sprinkle of snow,
Like the pillar-box and the wreath, inconspicuous
Upon the tower’s dark, forbidding door,
Where Yuletide has become depressingly adrift…
Yet the eye is drawn
To that portal worn
And the dial, circular,
Its hole intriguing, peculiar.
The platform’s stark pinnacle,
Its cross a reminder of a miracle
And, like guards at a crucifixion,
Harsh nails lurk in solemn valediction…
Pete Ray…
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