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- 1st Free Verse

Poetry Competition

2021 'POETIC LICENCE '   POETRY COMPETITION

CATEGORY B - FREE VERSE

First Prize

 

Gift by Yvonne Deering

I first saw falling snow
in Tuscany,
walking the cobbled Via Garibaldi
close to Christmas.

Just like that
it started
as if stars
left over from the night
and tired, faded,
sleepcircling,
had fallen.

Frozen,
caught by wind,
they whirled around,
above, about me
in a silly skittish frenzy

and all of the umbrellas
of the morning village walkers
wore the snowflakes
           till they melted

and all the terra cotta rooftops
wore a crystalline white layer
till the snowflakes
sublimated.

Head thrown back,
I tried to watch
while snowflakes fell upon my face
as, with arms open wide,
I smiled
with starfall snowfall
in my eyes.

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