Poetry Blogs (Ice)
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like snowflakes on my tongue
and melt in my soul
like ice on the garden pond
in the memory of water
Monday 10th February 2020 1:48 pm
"Heavy Snow in Wales": 30th January 2019
A sheet of pure white covers her face: that land I thought I knew
frozen beneath its covering, buried ever deeper in its icy tomb
the contours I know so well:
every dip and valley; hill and gully
smoothed by this mantling shroud that descended
as time slipped slowly away, locking us in its white eternity
One last frozen tear d...
Thursday 31st January 2019 3:00 pm
In the pale moonglow when I awoke
somehow shadows seemed the darker
as mantling the land, that soft white cloak
of crystal shine leaves them starker
What cold mystic spell holds fast my hand
what eerie charm doth my fate seal
in darkling night whence daylight is banned
with what ice maid have I to kneel
As my eyes take in my ghost white bride
one last iced tear...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 2:09 pm
Twas the night before Christmas
When starless darkness held the night
With howling wind and sleet;
All through the house was ne'er a light
Dark, and a door that creaked
And despite the fire, twas cold as snow
Only the low fire flicker
Could lend the room a ghostly glow
And light the undecked tree.
I crept towards the bottom stair
Mouse-still and watching
A creak, a...
Friday 14th December 2018 2:17 pm
a pink moon
low over the sheds
in a cold clear sky -
ice blue, yet light
a leaf fall
the pond water stills
but does not freeze
that same moon
lights my bedroom
in the cold night air -
velvet black, the sky
an owl flash
my blood chills
but does not freeze
Thursday 22nd November 2018 10:49 am
The thick ice on the pond is dimpled on its face:
The same snow that coated the field
Had landed on the frozen pool to yield
To ice its fragile beauty and feather grace
Body gone, only the skeleton of the snow is left:
The same snow that covered all around
Has lost its substance to the earthy mound
But dull white bones still haunt Spring's heft
Friday 23rd March 2018 10:32 am
She has everything that shes ever wanted and yet she feels like her world is coming in around her
She feels everything collapsing and everything settling through
The claustrophobia seeps through her veins and makes her muscles stiff like creepy floorboards
Her childhood hadn't hit its demise but now that shes growing older she finds her self growing darker
She finds her hair getting longer w...
Sunday 17th September 2017 5:13 am
Imagine being trapped in a puddle,
The ice froze over the top a long time ago and no matter how hard you try, you cannot break it.
Every time it thaws a little, the cold that follows sets the water harder than before.
Swimming to the surface never gets easier,
You give up,
But never for long. You swim harder each time but the glass-like ceiling is never gone.
The hand that onc...
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:21 pm
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
A STEP TOWARDS WINTER.
I look into the mirror’s depthless space
and note the wrinkles that, somehow have grown
into something I wish I didn’t own.
The knife of age has cut into my face.
The greys within my hair have moved apace
from where the bird of youth had lightly flown
to make a nest of life that it could own.
I wish it hadn’t sprinted in that race.
Friday 1st March 2013 3:08 pm
belly up, seal-suited, booted and solstice shy
the weight under a sickle curved sky-sail, the icicle smile
of a frictionless fear, wears this glass thin but while
wise in countless ways, beyond the power
of n at least, stays wary yet of the sightless beast hidden
behind the curve
above and below 66.5°, you will find your breath tastes
Wednesday 16th January 2013 6:29 pm
SHE HAS THE ANSWERS
It troubled her how it had come to this –
she knew each detail, each action, each thought –
but still it troubled her.
As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden
with freshly fallen snow.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept
for her lost love, gone forever from this strife-torn world.
Soon she would do the ulti...
Monday 2nd April 2012 7:05 pm
How many pilots died and old aircraft lost when they flew over jagged snowy peaks in the remotest corners of the world? Doing a dangerous job knowing the risks and trusting in fate and luck to bring the through. Some never made it, there planes impacting vertical mountain sides in sickening crashes. Bodies lost forever, frozen in the time of death. Icily cold and otherworldly ...
Sunday 29th January 2012 3:18 pm
SHE HAS THE ANSWERS
It troubled her how it had come to this. She knew each detail, each action, each thought, but it still troubled her.
As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden with freshly fallen snow. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept for her lost love, gone forever from this strife torn world. Soon she would do the ultimate sin and follow him.
Saturday 22nd October 2011 6:43 pm
Back in the mid seventies, I spent some time working with a company that specialised in organizing sales based around taking container loads of goods direct to the car parks of large factories so that staff could purchase goods at rather low prices for the day. One time we had a real struggle due to the temperature falling very low overnight. I wrote this while shivering on the van...
Wednesday 29th July 2009 5:28 pm