Christmas poetry competition 2023

Magical Winter Nights

Silence echoed the forest. I was alone. Crunch, Crunch the delicate snow caved into the force of my feet. The silence shrouded my presence. Just me myself and I. I was lost, I was hungry and I Was alone. I walked and walked trying to recognise where I was. I looked up and the tender snowflakes landed onto my nose. I picked it up and observed the beautiful craftsmanship of the sky. With all the patterns and shapes. How they all fit into this tiny otherworldly small shape. I will never know. Just like I will never know where I am. The thoughts of Linda was a sharp dagger attached to my stomach and kept pushing. Deeper, deeper, and deeper. Look at me now I am a shambles without her. I was a shambles with her, but you know it was fun. Right? It’s just me and the snow now the cold but cloudlike snow. I want to engulf myself in it I want to go under and never come up. Just like Linda.

By Jack Portman