Poem of the Week - 'Little Winter Theater' by Nancy Kuhl
Little Winter Theater
January between us perfectly
ordered box, little winter theater,
tiny ambition: violet-blue violets
palm-flat books, silver dollars,
and dolls with lips drawn tight
(don't you find it captivating, this
locking of the jaw?). Narrow
window - sparrows and wind
rising and finaly snow; unlaced
shadows, dread and sensibility
we reach across. Your hands
certain - immediate
flawless wrist, wrist - you lift
the box's curiosities:
one little book examines the complex
erotics of claustraphobia; one studies
the innocent murmur behind
once-broken, healed-crooked ribs.
With the festive season upon us, I thought this poem would be a great choice with its deeper examination into the complexities that winter brings. From the collection Little Winter Theater which is available to order on our website.