Get Your Premium Membership

Feeling the Cold

FEELING THE COLD Starting to feel the cold After all these years Always had warm hands Wife called me hot water bottle Her personal nuclear reactor She has cold feet? cold hands? No problem - just plaster them onto my bare flesh And in a minute she’s warm Have always slept with no pyjama jacket - just too warm - Window open, she’s freezing, I’m feeling cosy But after all these years I’m starting to see her point of view : It is cold sleeping with the window open. Coming home, minus-twenty and a breeze Used to be “refreshing” Now it hurts my sinuses. Eyes water now in response to Snow shot in by the wind Don’t make snowballs to throw at her With bare hands any more. God help me, it’ll be long-johns and Woolly cardigans next.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things