It Isn't So Far, Just Over The Floes

it isn't so far, just over the floes
that she would go
to make you a coat

lined with silver
I sang underneath the table
where we played

that day had turned into night
and she had gone you know
to make us both coats lined

with silver
that winter was never worse
again than then

we wouldn't know; we wouldn't
have known;  just
she's gone over the floes again

and fetching us fetching us

silver

mary angela douglas 19 november 2015