This poem was recently published in Manhattan Poetry Review :

 

Due to inclement syntax

it seemed we were in the Far North

the next station is Isengaard (sic.)

 

            Fafnir and Thor skate eyes

            over  snowblind streets

            stationary with cars

 

a group of bleak and morbid etchings

there’s only so many ways to say white as

and we’re running rapidly out of them

 

I just fell over on the ice

 

Strengthening south-westerly

one-eyed Odin makes coffee with cardamom pods

porridge with raisins and fruit

 

I bought 5 bags of shopping pizza and catfood frozen ready meals

            Hot honeyed mead for the halls

 

No ship navigates the whale roads of Central Lancashire

            hearts low on grit

            no firm grip on the scene

the ability of landscape to say exactly the opposite of what it means

 

I just fell over on my arse

 

Loki offsets his carbon with body heat

Prius abandoned on the road     dragon boats on frozen canals

Snake Pass                  Cat and Fiddle

 

I just went over on my arse

 

hunkering down

giant of pent-up emotion

 

Valhalla burns its chintz to keep warm

the next station is Winter

            Baldur the beautiful ice

 

Due to wet weather

            dances with Freya on the bridge

syntax may be slippery