Sunday, 15 March 2009

WARMTH

by Suzan Abrams

I, the spool of thread
smarter than
fat baked bread,
fluffy cocoa, or
hardy slippers
that snuggle toes,
may shy from a show
but smuggle merit
by looming high
a spinning carousel
weaving sweaters
dressing quilts
and warming ice upon a
sunrise, marrying
sentiment in dreary
beds, a dancer
pirouettes
the top of my head.