Head cold

This entry is part 24 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

The house is pinned
under heavy snow.
My head fills with mucus.

Icy limbs strain
to reach the ground,
alternately melting and freezing.

I drip in the noon-time glare.
Let me be replenished
in nightly increments.

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2 Replies to “Head cold”

    1. I’m not the world’s best speller, so this sent me to the dictionary. The American Heritage Dictionary, a good guide to usage on this side of the Atlantic, has “Mucus (myo̅o̅′kəs). The slimy, viscous substance secreted as a protective lubricant by mucous membranes.” So I guess you’re right — I should lose the o. Thanks.

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