The Secret Life of a Winter Angel The old man of winter reaches for immortality. His name is a colloquialism for the winter season derived from ancient mythology. Transformed into a modern adaptation, he rides upon icy winds with a lengthening shadow, explores the aging process and presents darkness as a comfort rather than a fear. A blue vector explorer, he milks the sky of cobalt, recreation and adventure as I proclaim: He's a comin' he's a comin', on a cold and frosty morning. I chant, sing notes only dogs and my secret demon can hear, am the original angel who fell and fell. I offer you my free song of the month: girl singing, singing, singing, and am renowned for quick response time, excellent communication and warm winter clothes. Lost heaven is never further than a breath away.
Rupert M Loydell is a writer, editor and abstract artist. His many books of poetry include Dear Mary (Shearsman, 2017) and The Return of the Man Who Has Everything (Shearsman 2015); and he has edited anthologies such as Yesterday’s Music Today (co-edited with Mike Ferguson, Knives Forks and Spoons Press 2014), and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh: manifestos and unmanifestos (Salt, 2010).
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