Detritus

By Charlotte Coningsby 9S

The Shadow of the Snow Trickles through the Earth, Mingling with remnants of strays and dust. The new Thames rich, ever rising. Overflowing With its blood.

For once timeless, Sheets of ice start to tick and shift and slide, Squeaking and crushing and smashing Like broken pieces of precious glass.

But the Shadow still remains, Creeping under curbs, sliding in the sides of Streets, becoming the boundless sea Between pavement and land.

And above, the sky remoulds, recedes from The ground. Stops. Breaking and flaking and screaming-flying Apart. And shifts into citrus. And melts into flame.