Winter Boy

I’m a winter boy.
My bones are made from snow
wrapped in leaf-muscles borrowed
from trees who don’t need them
for a few months.

I’m a winter boy.
My hair is a homemade bobble hat,
my fingers are knitted mittens,
my toes are ice skates.

I’m a winter boy.
My tongue is a mince pie’s filling,
my teeth are licked stamps,
my lips are the curl of a candy cane.

I’m a winter boy.
My ears are jingle bells,
my nose is made from cinnamon sticks
and gingerbread snot.

I’m a winter boy.
My skin is Yorkshire pudding batter
on my dad’s dinner plate,
my eyes are marshmallows
in my mum’s hot chocolate.