I have taken root.
My hair, once brown, has turned
Grey overnight,
Its fingers catch in the wind.
I am frozen icicle,
My heart,
I am ice age.
I am like many dogs barking
On a distant hill.
I have taken root.
My hair, once brown, has turned
Grey overnight,
Its fingers catch in the wind.
I am frozen icicle,
My heart,
I am ice age.
I am like many dogs barking
On a distant hill.
Colette Maxfield
Colette Maxfield (she/her) lives in the U.K. near the point where the Thames river meets the Kennet canal. Currently working in a University/union setting. Published via The Broken Spine, Blood+Honey, DarkWinter Literary Magazine and Silly Goose Press.