Creative Writing Ink March 2015 Winner

Snow Globe

Sheila Jacob

‘Look, look’ I call to you,
come and look through the window.’

You’re there in seconds,
help me pull back
the bedroom curtain.

It’s snowing
softly
swiftly
unexpectedly

a cloud-fall of crystals
meshing together,

balancing
their own weight,

feathering brick walls,
blossoming on kerbsides,
embroidering wheelie bins
with bridal lace.

We clasp hands,
watch open-mouthed.

One shake of the sky
and we’re outside looking in,

our breath misting the glass.