By Margery Hannah
A snow globe
is where I am
A world where white
snow falls without
freezing. The house always stands
untouched and happy in warm
hands of what is
living and real.
No worries in the snow globe
an occasional shake is all
it asks for
So I shake it– truth, emotions,
things that ice my warm body
I shake until my coldness becomes snow
in the snow globe
and every living and real
thing is a blurred reflection
just outside a window.
“A writer writes, aways.” (Larry Donner, Throw Mama from the Train)
The musings of Margery Hannah on an array of subject matter through a literary lens. Every snowflake has a story.
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