Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem from college days, to do with the look of the countryside in winter …

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DIAN’S STEEL WHITE ARMOUR
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Dian’s steel white armour stilts a jagged landscape.
Flesh dies with winter, colors recess
and the bared bones of bleached children cry to cold winds.

The crotch of the black barked elm, powdered with snow
like a withered woman upturned, flaunts her indecency.

Summer, gentle lover, bee busy decked her with flowers.
Fall garbed her riotous. The cold lust of his breath
scattered her sage modesty. Remnants wither under
winder’s frozen tears.

Age notwithstanding, she tickles his beard with her toes.
Time will bring her newer dresses, aye, but the waiting is dreary.

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Alice B. Clagett

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