A reworking of Shakespeare’s poem, Winter.

Listen to a recording of the poem.

7 January, 2018

Mine Original
When the rain never stops to fall, When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the bin man shelters from the hail, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom mends the radiator in the hall, And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And frozen food’s delivered from the sale; And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When toes are chilled, and the weather’s foul, When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,
Then nightly do the homeless prowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“What if it were you?”— “Tu-whit, to-who!”—
A sombre note, A merry note,
While weary Joan does chance her lot. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
   
When all aloud the wind does blow, When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the busker’s score, And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And tourists ride the mountain’s snow, And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s throat rasps red and raw; And Marian’s nose looks red and raw;
When roasted duck fills deep the bowl, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly do the homeless prowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“What if it were you?”— “Tu-whit, to-who!”—
A sombre note, A merry note,
While weary Joan does chance her lot. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

 

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Winter by Steven Huckle is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://glowkeeper.github.io/assets/poetry/Winter/.