“Thaw” by Brian Jones opens with a memorable image that is eye-popping.
Suddenly the air is careless, generous,
caressing where it gripped. On lawns
the snowmen shrink to tiny pyramids
their eyes frizzled coke roll out like tears
Stuck with an impression of cartoonish strangulation. Must be that caress that turns dangerous. Reminiscent of Browning’s Porphyria’s Lover.
And so for day 1810