We are shadows
flowing under bridges
along fresh-frozen ice roads.
Our pattens scratch
our paths, our past
in the crystal glaze –
a story drawn on ice.
Moonlight glints
off the blades –
we fly, free,
gliding past
sleepy hamlets
dressed in snow
and filled with
drowsing folk.
The chill night air
nips our noses,
we take bitter biting breaths
tempered with joy.
At Huddles Bridge
we snowplow to a stop.
Turn our shadow selves around
and follow the ribbon
of moonlit river rime
towards home –
and hearth.
Alyson lives in West Yorkshire, UK with her husband, teen son and four rescue animals. Her fiction and poetry has been published in a range of anthologies, most recently in Trickster's Treats 4 from Things in the Well, and Air from Tyche Books.
Her work has been read on BBC Radio, local radio, on several podcasts (Ladies of Horror), and placed in competitions.
She swims, sings and is often to be found roaming the moor with her Lab cross, Roxy.
Her work has been read on BBC Radio, local radio, on several podcasts (Ladies of Horror), and placed in competitions.
She swims, sings and is often to be found roaming the moor with her Lab cross, Roxy.
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That’s really lovely and so evocative
Thank you Sarah for your kind comment, and glad you enjoyed my poem.
Aly