Shattered glass, smashed on ice, veiled splinters in the winter hinterland
The distant bark heralds the stark blue start, to another brittle day.
Forgotten roads, strewn with gritted teeth, limbs bowed with their burden
The candyfloss canopies are mirrored in the crisp, sugar-framed watery tomb.
Proud and unwilling, following the crowd, stagnant blades threaten the horizon.
The cold shoulder rises between two figures sat like crows, telegraph poles apart
Blinded by the waning furnace, deceived by the memory of warmth.
The premature darkness displays its faltering gems.
the jericho roads 
First off, I absolutely adore the third line. Second off, just wow, this is a phenomenal piece and so intrinsic with it’s word play but it still keeps the natural flow and purpose. Third off, I love it.
That’s very kind. I appreciate the feedback as finding the right rhythm and flow with this piece was a concern. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
You’re very welcome.