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The Alembick



Vol. XIV

I. All Saint’s Day 2019
II. Christmas 2019
III. Shrovetide 2020
  1. Editor’s Note
  2. Letters
  3. Quanitative Verse for English
  4. Quantitative Verse Examples
  5. Green Winter
  6. Young Randy
  7. Toward Philadelphia
  8. Emblanketed
  9. Willy’s Inkblots

IV. Quarantine 2020

Vol. XV

I. Michaelmas 2020

Submissions     ︎

Green Winter 


Closer to home, I might scoff
'Mid 50's? In January?'
And I do miss it. I miss the white
Silence, the roof-less feeling
The soft puffs of falling snow.

Winters here are full of leafy trees
They arch like ceilings over shocks
Of young grass. They form a wide hall
With columns

Whatever hides deep in this room
I cannot see. I might mistake
This season for Spring, might expect
(As I have done before)
That hidden presence to bound
Out to me open-armed, grinning.
Instead, it leans into the background

The carpet of grass beckons in green
For me to enter

                                        Z.H.
Running on Cargo