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The melted heart
When Jan’ry’s chill brought glistening fields of ice
and February laid down carpets deep of snow,
a frozen man we made, a bower to our bliss,
with carrot nose and buttons of the blackest coal.
Oh, purest body, how we loved our toil.
Our hearts besought you Snowman, will you stay?
But, soon friends part; Then whither goes your soul
when March’s rays so kiss the snow away?
Then dog, in loss, did wail and pant, and ate the carrot anyway.
OUP forum, CLL, FB, submitted to Aha (rej), OUP 209, submitted to MMU Poetry Society Anthology 2022
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