At A Glance

I glanced out the passenger seat window,

Seeing the cold but not feeling it.

The cars that flowed by, 

Each in their own direction, 

Were all followed by a shadow 

Of thrashing vapour, 

Made visible by the low temperature.

As one slowed beside us 

Its wispy cloud 

Coalesced behind it,

Growing in substantiality,

Until it was blown sideways into the path 

Of another vehicle, unhappily fading;

A ghastly phantasm 

Rabidly intent on maintaining it's grip on this world.

Author's Note

I wrote this awhile back as a short poetic observation type thing, and I thought I'd put it into a poem format. Tell me whatcha think :)

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

I like the way the spray from the road is envisaged as a "ghastly phantasm"... very imaginative.. maybe this idea could be developed for a longer poem extending the personification of these spectres?