Icy night,
although days
from winter.
To hold
warmth close …
but mind
must match.
I am
who can
companion me.
Heavy blanket,
hot bottles,
toy teddy –
warm enough.
Process notes:
An erasure poem – but the source was my own first draft, which wasn't working, and I'm not going to share it with you. In fact I haven't kept it. Doing the erasure, I found myself in a game of keeping only two words per line. (Then I did rearrange some a little.) Finally worked on it a bit more, thanks to suggestions from the excellent Pearl Pirie, see Comments.
Linked to Gillena Cox's Monday WRites and also to the current Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads
