For frost to invite
17-18 January 2024
Winter fell
over my bare arms
chilled unions
meant to quell
It released its extrusions
ornate frills and charms
My heart stilled
time bomb in my bones
The future
that it hones
a small ice age to nurture
frozen times distilled
I jump hoops
within rigid plains
Weather scoops
my remains
I am painted icy white
for frost to invite
Reading of the poem:
Natacha Atlas | Maktub |
Beautifully evocative
Thank you Derrick!
This poem is particularly relevant and timely now with the extreme polar vortex chill that has fallen across most of the Northern Hemisphere.
Thanks for the insight!