An avalanche of bustle storms through frosted doors bringing a chill of icy air.commuters hug away traces of snow that sink into heavy overcoats as if shying from sudden warmth. A toddler, thrilled with novelty, attempts to slide on wet tiles but fails, frowning down at wellingtons, the floor, then his mother who cups a steaming expresso like shes praying its heat will encase her. A couple,locked in mutual shivers gently touch red noses together.Maternally she rubs his back, generating warmth, igniting passion snowy mornings blanket and put to sleep. A briefcase rests on the cold floor unlike its owner who taps his foot in frustration, Telegraph nestling under his arm ready to relay more news thats greyer than this wintery morning sky. At last the tanoy and motion begins to shunt us forward. A slow shuffle towards platform doors brings fresh fear of the elements that cloud strategies for the daily battle for itchy seats.
Her spring, a twist of tangos freshly danced. A solo serenade sent to the world. Among new buds where birds and bees romanced, her fearless force of life was briskly hurled. Then swirling, twirling summers came and went until the rustling autumn dared to call. A time for rearing, twenty years were spent before her flit would float then gently fall. Then winter waltzes whittled at her grace as she began the dreary dance to death. The slumber in her stride reduced her pace while music mocked her weary, waning breath. One day a tardy tempo teased her heart and sadly made this striking soul depart.
babe in arms through barren haze the rallying cry soars, shaking me from contention, surrounded by passeges of streaming blood, my new campaign begins. So farewell the cachalot a new role calls all lacteal and defenceless, refusing the calibrator caduceus staff, uniformed in navy dress. Now pride is worn on my chest, as he suckles himself to somnolence, and silent vows enter my thoughts, to serve and protect. What world have i summoned you to? when war is pre-eminent, who fights for our childrens lives through these troubled times?
