Poetry Jam "Through Frosted Pane"

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Through Frosted Pane

Through frosted pane,
filtered laughter escapes,

its tickling fingers scamper
past my silvered head,

teasing snowflakes as they settle
upon my woolen shoulders.

Into my snowglobe world I peer,
coolness pressing against my cheek

as laughter returns upon frosty draught,
swirling about weary back and tired feet;

but tenderness warms me through as I spy
figures hustling, jumping, twirling about.

Silver clinks, chandelier winks,
cat sits expectantly upon my chair.

Wedgwood's Lichfield graces the table,
Fostoria Navarre awaits Malbec & Noir.

Beef Wellingtons and skewered delights
displayed temptingly upon linen buffet

stoically withstand an invading army
of fingers, persistent and sneaky.

A moment's perfection captured;
mother, daughters, wife and sons

preparing memories to be taken out
and gently shaken when times become quieter, slower;

but for now to be enjoyed!
An observer no more, I enter, door quickly closing.

Magnified laughter embraced, its arms thankfully warm
as outside frosted window, snowflakes continue to fall.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, November 2, 2011

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This is for "Poetry Jam".  Theme this week is "windows" - looking in, looking out, or perhaps trapped within!    

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