Colour of Cold
by Tanya Fenkell
Trees now unmasked,
skeletal delicacy, lace limbs,
calligraphic lineaments.
No matter how I twist or curl,
the cold is inescapable.
It’s under the duvet
eating me
feet first,
like a bear.
My hands in prayer
between my thighs: this hot
centre will never freeze.
All winter my eyes weep tears,
salty blurring of detail softening
grey structural landscapes,
too sensitive, like my father’s.
Same blue too,
the colour of cold.
Tanya Fenkell is a Canadian artist and writer who lives in Toronto with her husband and three sons. She holds a BA in English Literature from McGill University, an MA in English and an MIS from the University of Toronto. As an artist, she is interested in solitude and solitary spaces in the natural world. Tanya has been published in a number of journals and shows her paintings regularly in Ontario. Her artwork is held in private collections in Canada and the United States.