NaPoWriMo was born in 2003 but is being promoted by the Poetry School, encouraging poets to write a poem a day in the month of April. Even if I don't write every day I've made a start here. A couple of weeks ago I climbed the steps to a lonely suburban station in northern England, in a snowy landscape. No one else was around apart from this figure on a seat. I did a double take, as did another woman who followed me on to the platform - we both laughed. Then and old friend appeared who I hadn't seen for about three years - a lovely surprise. She laughed too. Sadly my phone was out of battery, so no photo of the figure herself. Then the train came.
I WOULD LOVE HER
I would love her cold white stillness
on the platform seat.
I would love to travel with her ticket
stuck in her like a receipt.
I would love to cuddle her knowing
she is only a conceit.
I would love to sit with her
until she melted in my heat.
The snow woman looked so calm,
at the lonely station, so neat.
Whose frozen hands had formed
this fabulous feat?
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