January and Decay
After ‘April and Silence’ by Tomas Tranströmer
By Ruth Quinlan
This dark month crouches by the compost bin,
waiting to be thrown to the frozen heap.
It is the tea-bag of stewed brew at the bottom of a cup,
the banana turning black inside the fruit bowl.
It is the sea-weed remains of spinach,
entombed in plastic in a corner of the fridge.
It is the sliced pan giving birth to furry mould
beneath the cover of its smooth, waxed paper.
It is the sherry-sweet smell of fermentation
swirling under the lids of uneaten jam.
It is the corpses of leaves clogging gutters,
the muddy scum on the water-barrel surface.
It is the dog-shit blanketed by parsley in the greenhouse,
leeching roundworms into beds of mustard.
This dark month must be weathered as a curse,
waiting for the snowdrop to lift it.
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