Lux Brumalis

Published in Winter – An Anthology for the Changing Seasons (Elliott & Thompson 2016)


I am the trumpet muted
the bow unrosined
and the fiddle unstrung.

I am oblique sunlight
pale illumination of
a world undernourished.

I am the broadcast interrupted
dead air, station leeching
anaemic, into station.


I am the garnet shock
of rosehip on frost
the robin’s titian flare.

I am the icebound babble
observed, not heard
under brittle silver.

I am the creeping metabolism
of the trout, wintering
deep below the current.

I am the heart-chilling scream
of the courted vixen
the crowing pheasant’s boast

the snipe’s ‘peep-peep’
defying, folding distance
across the whispering marsh.

I am the withered husk
on the naked briar
the sap retreating.

I am the fiery Saturnalia
the blacksmith spark, rising
then extinguished, spent.

I am the otherworld
beyond the black perimeter
of the sheltering blaze.

I am the chiselled gravestone
of the old year in repose
and the muttered obsequies.

I am Janus, churlish sentry
clinging to yesterday
wary of tomorrow.


I am the child unfathered
the page from a book
you read once, forgot

but must surely read again.


21 thoughts on “Lux Brumalis

  1. Too many wonderful descriptions for me to focus on, Julian – from the ‘bow unrosined’ and the garnet shock of rosehip on frost’ to the very end. Absolutely lovely.


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