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| Picture by Roger Allen Baut |
Frozen silhouette
caught under ice
Her face upward
eyes to the heavens
trying to plead for her life
A wave washes over her
capturing her spirit
under crystal sharp words
No one notices her trapped
under the perfect beautiful tundra
Time melts the jagged ice
but the words
cling like frost bite
I was watching a Bio documentary about the child actress Dana Plato recently. This makes me think of her. Caught under the ice, drowning in plain sight.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you. I think it is ice. Lovely write as well.
ReplyDeleteGood lead-up, great finish.
ReplyDeleteBrrr. This made me feel cold. Well written, good imagery.
ReplyDelete"the words cling like frost bite." Man, that is one gorgeous phrase. The whole thing literally gave me the chills. Wonderful work! Amy
ReplyDeleteHmmm..... I think this poem was written while looking at the roads in Saskatchewan today! Lots of ice around us! Not fun!
ReplyDeleteBut the poem is lovely!
xo Catherine
Beautiful intrepretation of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteBoth chilling and lovely.
ReplyDeletecool one..
ReplyDeleteThis left me shivering, with cold and nervousness. Great writing.
ReplyDeletewords cling like frostbite...that aniled it...gave me a shiver...nicely done...
ReplyDeleteI don't know if this is about you or someone else, but I will pray for peace and love.
ReplyDeleteoooh... i'm with brian... loe the "words cling like frostbite." but my heart aches for this woman.
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