This poem is based on Captain Oates' famous quote as he left the tent to bravely give his companions (including Captain Scott of the Antarctic ) more chance of survival,(i.e. his food supply) as he was suffering from gangrene.

I Maybe A While

In a imperfect world, there’s snow falling across the city.
Suddenly from on high, the place looks like Moscow in the spring
And looking over to the hills, it’s possible to imagine people skiing.

Here like Dostoevsky I shuffle in the snow, destitute in my thoughts.
I imagine her rescuing skinny washing which drips over the kitchen floor,
Veins showing through her cold hands and slamming shut the door.

The cats pressed up to the radiator emitting a low hum of a purr.
As all around the country people peer through white windscreens,
She curl's her feet underneath her and perched on the chair; prepares.

Lays out in meticulous detail, the plans for the week ahead
Formulates and evaluates, read's the poster on the wall, some cat reaching
For a bird on a narrow wall: "Aspiration" written underneath it -

She hope's it won’t fall! Everything is now ready for launch,
All it takes is for her to uncurl her legs, stretch out and press the button,
Send the message to the half a dozen or so people across a snowed-in nation.

There from her work station she run's the world, the perfect world.
The cats rub against her elegant legs, she stretches out,
The sinews in her arms like her just sent emails streaming out -

Into the ether. Here the snow falls heavily over my unkempt hair
And dampens my heavy footfalls as I walk across virgin snow, 3 inches or more.
I think of Captain Oates and what a gesture that was, my face pressed against the wind -

I keep walking, the gangrene in my heart creeping over me like a cloak.

Published June 02, 2010 Write a comment
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Kerry O'Connor
I really like the metaphor. My favourite line is: 'Here like Dostoevsky I shuffle in the snow, destitute in my thoughts...' and the link up with the last line of the poem. Also the woman's industry is well portrayed and I like the juxtaposition of the warmth inside and the cold outdoors. All in all a great piece.
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