cold

words,
frozen randomly like garlands of ice flowers,
lay on the ivory vellum,
exhalations of ink against the mirror of dreams,
tamed by the quill’s mild caress,
waiting for an endless winter solstice
in which to glow like the northern lights
reflected by the skin of glaciers
bordering the wounds
of my heart besieged by white –
and above them
january weaves frigidly its web,
glassy and stark,
spiced with crisp brilliance
and just a shade of aristocracy

ritty patnaik
there is so much to this beautiful poem......great imagery for the four letters"cold".loved it.......ritty

Ben Gieske
A myriad of images - cold. I had to read this more slowly again to let it thaw a bit so that I could expose the hidden meanings. It like entering into a glacier - a lot there to find.

mitch
Hi Liliana! I love this the allusion and metaphor cascade but not too sure I got the relevance of aristocracy in the last line but the sybillance certainly worked for me! A darn good piece. Mitch :-)

Susan Jarvis
Classy ice with spice - a refreshing serving of delightful words for the discerning poetic palate. :)