Cold Hearted
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
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.