A Brisk Poem by Bill Condon

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We’ve heard of Jack Frost, but is he alone?

Is there a Jacky? Is there a Joan?

Is Mrs Frost grim with a heart that is steely?

Or Jack’s tender side – more touchy-feely?

When he looks in the mirror and thinks he is cool,

does she send him to SpecSavers and call him a fool?

Does Jack have a temper? Prone to cold snaps?

Or misunderstood, the nicest of chaps?

(In response to Winter Waves prompt)

Winter Waves by Meg Mackey

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Winter waves,

it’s icy fingers in gusting winds and shimmering rain.

It twists and hurtles,

comes splashing,

returning again and again

to direct its deliberate blast northwards

without any pause.

That cold intention tho,

is lost on our warm and tropical shores.

(In response to Winter Waves prompt)