For Children of all Ages

fingers freeze, pink,

cold white wet crunch

powdery, icy

form it, press it

patience, pressure

pieces fall away,

frustration

grit teeth,

determined breath

hold, please hold

earnest

features creasing

frown

this is very important

taking shape

lump: body

smaller lump: head

not done

pack more to the front

left and right

are they even?

no.

cute tho.

tiny pebble nipples

hard, slippery

more pebbles

navel

face

grass for hair

wet

breast keeps falling off

wonky

it'll do

fingers aching

almost blue

yearning to wrap round a hot mug

one more pat

critical squint

smile

pride

satisfaction

turn my back

leave her

twig arms reaching out

offering her cold embrace

to passers-by

stamp, stamp

warmth

steaming tea

peek out of the window

joy

my lady in white

her name is Gretchen,

and she doesn't give a damn about your beauty standards

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I shit ye not, I do this every time it snows. Never gets old.

I remember once, as a child, I did it the traditional way. My big sister, possibly dipping her toe in feminism and thinking the usual technique sexist, made some lumpy adjustments. I was furious and devastated that she ruined my creation. I know now, that she was wise.

Thank you for reading. Please leave a comment so I can reciprocate!

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If you, like me, have a soft spot for poems that rhyme, I gotchu, babe 👇

Apologies if you think it's shite.