Writing 201: Poetry | 9: Cold, Concrete Poetry, Epistrophe/Anaphora

And so here we are once more. Once again I’m leaving part of today’s assignment (concrete poetry) to one side, since I don’t like it. In my humble opinion, it detracts from the beauty of the words themselves and hinders the imagination of the reader; sorry if you disagree, but that’s my opinion.

Oh, and if you were wondering: epistrophe is when a word or words repeat at the start of lines and anaphora is the same but at the end. Phew… glad we’ve got that out of the way!

So, my poem about cold:

Cold means snuggling in my sleeping bag under the stars, with a hot water bottle and a woolly hat.
Cold means begging your school to turn the heating on, even though it’s not November yet.
Cold means exploring a winter wonderland, of ice, and of snow, and of robins and reindeer.
Cold means it must be Christmas soon! With mince pies, and carols, and silly hats… oh, and presents, of course, too.


Cold means living alone, with no money for heat, or food, and with shivering fingers and feet.
Cold means snow, being stuck, no transport, no work.
Cold means ice, means accidents, means hospitals and flu.
Cold means remembering to care for others, like you’d want someone to care for you.


Cold means it’s time to come together, a family – by friendship, blood, neighbourhood too.
Cold means loving, protecting, sharing and caring, and remembering what the spirit of the season means to you.
Cold means have fun this winter, and do your best to make sure that we’re all still here to have fun next summer, too.

As ever, if you have any thoughts or comments feel free to leave them below.

I hope you like it,

M 🙂

7 thoughts on “Writing 201: Poetry | 9: Cold, Concrete Poetry, Epistrophe/Anaphora

  1. Great poem! To me cold reminds me of the countless nights I’ve had to sleep in the forest and trenches. It reminds me how grateful I am to have a roof over my head. Cold to me is also a way to empower myself. To not be influenced by it but instead thrive despite of its presence.

    1. Thanks 🙂
      It always amazes me how poems, simply a collection of letters and words arranged on a page, can evoke such strong feelings and memories for people.

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