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Jagged white screams

sharpen to icicles

brittle tears lie scattered

and ground underfoot

diamond cut streams

lost in the labyrinth

fast frozen in time

at the moment of truth.

 

Holder of secrets

the cut glass of plenty

sharp as a dagger

the chilling white wine

cruel as a cutting edge

shards of bright silver

encrusted with sapphires

cold by design,

life

◄ SPIN - DRIFT

RULE BRITANNIA ? ►

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Dorothy Webb

Sun 17th Feb 2019 13:54

Thank you Jason for your very kind words
You have left me speechless - I really don't know what to say other than
thank you - thank you- thank you.

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Dorothy Webb

Sun 17th Feb 2019 13:51

Thank you Kate for reading my poem and for your comment.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 17th Feb 2019 09:37

Beautiful style Dorothy, that's why I added you to my favourites list. Wonderful, rolling twist and turn.😀

Kate G

Sun 17th Feb 2019 09:28

Pointy, jagged and memorable. Love this Dorothy.

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