Igloo Midgies

Illustration for poem:

“There is an igloo on the desk,” observed the woman in the purple dress, sitting at the computer in the morning. She thought it a kind of warning that her thoughts had turned to luring her to declare the mundane and obvious before her. For her mother had declared when she was losing her hair that the midgies were attacking her own scalp. “Everyone knows that’s what midgies do…” the woman had wondered at her mother’s apparent summation. Two weeks later the old lady was taken to the loony bin and sorted among the others of her kind. The woman remembered this and turned her thoughts from igloos to imaginary beaches.