Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Iced

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

...

Read and leave comments (0)

winterfearendless nightAntarcticIcearctic

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message