Light-filled warmth,
vapours of mist
steaming from
fountain-formed ice,
Northern frost giant,
milk -fuelled Ymir,
slain for creation.
Sacrificed.
Tag: ice
No Shield
Another wee shot at a Shakespearean sonnet. Well, we can but try even if we’ll never emulate. 😉
Who wears the chain mail gathered at the breast?
Who worries at the hurt ardour may cause?
Encasing heart within at such request,
Faint love, indemnified with bartered clause.
No shield protection guarantees the soul.
Why welcome icy tendrils to encase?
Each injury a lesson once foretold;
Enmeshed, the beating one, cold fingers lace.
Reveal in naked splendour all you are,
A wondrous sight for weary eyes, behold!
In heaven shining, morning glory’s star.
Risk all for love, no armoury, be bold!
Seek only purest love and Eros’ dart.
Begin again; let shackles fall apart.
A Combustible Cold
Cold as ice,
Heart frozen,
Arctic love’s betrayal.
Haunted by
All memories
Future tenderness must fail,
Till fire of passion
Burns.
Such flame!
Torch
To melt
Relieves the pain.
Drip by
Liquescent drip
Reveals,
Heart
Intact, complete,
So heals.
Ardour
May thaw
The frostiest heart,
With kiss of
Desire
Hurt departs.
Loving blaze,
Freely given,
Each flame,
Caresses,
Calls,
Combusts and claims.
Disclaimer! (These photos are the copyright of others’ but unknown to me. Some are from national newspapers and others from private individuals. I will gladly allocate credit if claimed. The iceberg is free!)
With thanks to Mark’s Gallery for these pictures he posted, depicting bush fires currently rampant in Australia. He kindly obliged with photos of Fire after I had joked that I was going to write poems working my way through all the elements, having done some on Air and Water. These pictures, although of actual events, elicited in me an entirely different sort of response. My apologies if some of them are depressing! But some of them are loving and sensual. So a good balance I would say, eh?
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