What Edith Saw in the Snow, 28 January 2019
FARWELL AVENUE, 8 AM
It has snowed all night,
at least eight inches, and is still snowing. The neighbourhood whitebeard has
traded his felt Homburg for a wool watch cap, and has wrapped his muffler over
his mouth against the blowing snow. He nears the ten-year-old who is on his
knees, febrifically scooping snow from the huge pile in his front yard, like a
badger digging a den. Snow falls, snow blows, snow flies from the hands of
Badger Boy. Does a corner of the old man’s mouth twitch up as he passes by?
Edith cannot see; his muffler covers his expression.
MARYLAND AVENUE, 8:30 AM
Sidewalks are not yet
cleared of snow, so Edith walks to work in the street in tracks left by kindly
cars. There is no traffic to dodge: motorists have been warned to stay off the
streets until they are plowed. Behold Edith’s vision: Down the hill a slender
young woman is coming her way, then pauses. She stands straight and still on
her left foot without a handhold, raises her right foot, lifts off its boot and
shakes something out (Snow? A pebble? A pea for a princess?) then slips the
boot back on and continues her walk. O balletic arch and spine! O Goddess of
Grace, from what gynaeceum hast thou sprung?
FARWELL AVENUE, 3:30 PM
Edith is returning home.
Her street is still unplowed. The snow has stopped falling, and laughter fills
the air. Cars are parked on either side, but down the middle comes a toboggan
party. A girl is being pulled along, with friends tramping on either side. They
are as merry as feasters strolling toward a fazenda in a favonian breeze.
In the next block Edith
pauses at Badger Boy’s house to examine his handiwork. She sees that he has not
sculpted a burrow for hibernation—he has built a tunnel for passage.
Kathryn Ann Hill has published over eighty-five poems in print and online journals since 2003. At http://pendemic.ie/?s=Kathryn+Ann+Hill you will find her pandemic poems.
She
has published six books of poetry between 2007 and 2017. Her Author
Spotlight at https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/kah1952 contains a list
of these books.
She is presently preparing a seventh book of poems.
I enjoyed the mystery of the story and the ending--"a tunnel for passage."
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