Lady Verglas

You drifted in
like shivering mist.
I lost traction
and came round
in wreckage:
twisted scars,
morphine.


You wraithed me
with soothing words,
entreaties, promises.
                      A miasma
of groans and thuds,
crackling with sparks
and the acrid drip
of petrol.




Paul Jeffcutt (2011)