Mercury Playground

Suddenly shadowed, the heavens imploded again
Dark clouds, dark grey over a quiet grey village
Thick curtains of crystals, wet, dropped down in silver

Shockingly cold, wrapping all ground in winter anew
like some sweet-scented lace, or a veil of white lilies
Laid folded in layers, wet, draped on the surface

Sun-melted then, when spring came to its nature once more,
was changing reflection, rejecting the goodness
in children out playing, wet, dipped in the snow drifts

Mercury, mercury, changing forever its silvery wings
Projecting and fleeing, like letters and mirrors
The playground now poisoned, wet, drowned in the icing

MaLj 29 March 2008