Leonie Charlton, New Poetry
HOGMANAY IN TOMINTOUL
Snowing hard in Aviemore when you met the train
me getting warm on the bench-seat of a Land Rover.
You liking my jumper, all I remember a storm of colour
pulled-over kisses on a blizzardy bend, your Mum and Dad,
their hearts bright in a dark house - her sense of humour
on-target like yours, that slow-roast wild goose
like nothing I’d tasted before, or since.
I remember a lot of sex, drams, dancing
I remember snow-drifts, trees bending under white weight.