If skating on a glass
brought you here,
to talk to wind
would you look beyond frosted words
trapped in unending circle
reflecting dancing mermaids
ensnared underwater,
frozen smiles
unmoving and undead,
not here,
dwelling
in a forgotten song
that keeps on playing
in the night.
***
Icewind is here,
blazing curtain
searing gaze,
anguish and torment,
no hope to melt the hail,
no grace
to bring back grass
and flowers.
***
Try to smile, and you’ll stay
locked in forever gaze
the wind abhors joy,
and each hug,
keeps forlorn faces smiling
while despair grows in souls
turning the clock another time,
second, a thousand.
***
Why did you come here
and who stayed
are you a ghost,
a specter,
or a wraith
can you find peace in spring,
does sunlight hurt your spirit
and lets darkness climb
higher, loftier
and in anger
at what you’ve lived
and cannot feel
again?
© 2022 Amy Christie
Photo credit: Pexels
Originally published on Simily
About the Creator
Amy Christie
Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.
Comments (1)
YES that is most excellent!