Storm in a Snow Cup / Poem by Lily Swarn

 
Poem by Lily Swarn
 
 
Storm in a Snow Cup
 
Snow actually ignites flames
Never douses it like water does
 
It asks for a log fire outside a wigwam
And the blood of baying wolves
 
Snow seeks the smell of rotting flesh
To pile on yawning graves
 
Don’t be taken in by picture postcard snowmen
And bell jingling Santa sleighs
 
It’s Kargil heights and frozen lakes
Battling countries with warring ice
 
Why am I awestruck then ?
When mounds bedazzle my sunlit eyes ?
 
Copyright Lily Swarn 15.12.2020

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