September 25, 2015Offering

The stick ladder leads
to the other dimension
where the hand winch lifts
January
out of the empty pit.
The cold rope hums
as the last block is placed
on the altar of August.
from Ekphrastic Challenge
from Ekphrastic Challenge
Comment from the editor on this selection
“In just eight lines this little poem seems to honor and conjure the ghosts of what the ice house used to mean—both winter itself as a time capsule, and a last prayer for the end of summer’s heat. It was a sentiment many poems tried to capture, but none as concisely or musically.”