Sub Zero

Sub Zero

1920 1080 Lesley-Anne Evans

The fridge trickles and pops,
the ice maker oblivious to the deep freeze
outside, and our growing thirst 
for wine, and flames.
The lake is thick skinned with ice.
Like our winterizing bodies layered in
blankets, Fazl socks, and comfort foods,
water is a memory of itself,
a dream of what comes next.
We have done this before, hunkered down
in tired horizons when darkness comes.
We will wait it out,
try not to think about
four season sleeping bags
or Fentanyl
or our saviour complex.
On a night like this
our hands are empty. We need
mercy. We all need mercy.

 

Lesley-Anne Evans

Lesley-Anne has the heart of a mystic. Not surprising as she is Belfast, Northern Ireland born, and such landscapes continue to feed her soul. Lesley-Anne spent her early career days as a Landscape Architect in Toronto, Ontario, designing gardens and theme parks, then retired from consulting in 1993 and moved west to Kelowna, British Columbia, where the wild things are. Lesley-Anne’s poetry is published in The Antigonish Review, Contemporary Verse 2, Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, and many others.

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