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All day, slow funerals have ploughed the rain.

We've done it again

that trick we have of turning love to pain.

'Wintering' by Carol Ann Duffy

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The garden tenses, lies face down, bereaved,

has wept its leaves.

The Latin names of plants blur like belief.

I walk on ice, it grimaces, then breaks.

All my mistakes

are frozen in the tight lock of my face.

Bare trees hold out their arms, beseech, entreat,

cannot forget.

The clouds sag with the burden of their weight.

The wind screams at the house, bitter, betrayed.

The sky is flayed,

the moon is a fingernail, bitten and frayed.

All day, slow funeral have ploughed the rain.

We've done again

that trick we have of turning love to pain.

Grey fades to black. The stars begin their lies,

nothing to lose.

I wear a shroud of cloud beneath my clothes.

Night clenches in its fist the moon, a stone.

I wish it thrown.

I clutch the small stiff body of my phone.

Dawn mocks me with the gibberish of birds.

I hear your words,

they play inside my head like broken chords.

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This is pathetic fallacy, which is where weather is used to reflect the mood of the poem. In this case the rain reminds the reader of cold, shivering and someone who is lonely or lost. This could be the case in this relationship.

'Ploughed' brings images of farming into the reader's mind. The themes of 'death' and 'depression' allow the reader to conjure dry fields of dead weeds which adds to the ominous atmosphere of the poem.

Caesura connotes dragging and a slow pace for the beginning of the poem is emphasised by the use of the word 'slow' straight after the caesura

The word 'trick' is from the semantic field of duplicity. This suggests that the relationship is not going too well and may even be on the verge of breaking down.

Another night, the smuggling in of snow.

You come and go,

your footprints like a love letter below.

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