The snow-draped branches|
of his shelter offer small protection
from the chilly winds that blow outside,
and yes, he shivers, cold, but warm inside,
within the confines of his ice-white skin,
where I have touched his heart with
dreams of tropic shores, all golden sand
and sapphire sea, with tourists sipping
tartly flavored citrus sherbets
out of flutes of frosted glass.
I smile at him, and tell him tales
I let him dream of Istanbul.
Marcie Lynn Tentchoff is an Aurora Award winning poet/writer from the west coast of Canada. Her work has appeared in such magazines as On Spec, Weird Tales, Talebones, and Illumen, as well as in various anthologies and online publications.
This poem was born from the odd juxtaposition of thinking about Istanbul while looking out at the largest B.C. snowfall in years.