Cold Hearted

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Cold Hearted

 

the calming time

cotton wool squeak

beneath my feet

the air

crisp with cold

crystal palaces

cut from ice

nose and mouth

streaming mist

vivid blue sky

the lake cupped

by mountain hands

in a caring gesture

frozen feet deep

covered with snow

 

the calming time

distant voices

carried on a

biting breeze

cheeks frost rouged

eyes streaming

hot rivulets

quiet quiet

hauntings

in the woods

trees weighted

with heavy canopies

bleached fat bones

at worlds end

with my love

 

closed eyes

remembering

steady breathing

never forgetting

always with me

frosted heart

her name

carved with an ice pick

crackling like static

where the

bone cold ice

settles seeps

remains

Louise -

the calming time

lake louiselovememoriesthe titanic didn't crash here but it feels so coldwinter

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Laura Taylor

Wed 21st Dec 2016 12:52

Every now and again, you pull a poem out of your bag that hits me with a big hammer. This is one of them. The choice of language here, the selected words and how you've structured the lines, all go towards creating a tangible atmosphere that completely conveys feelings, sensations, and place.

Marvellous. That first verse makes me want to say it out loud.

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