Night, a lightning. Shovel hitting the frosty
ground. Splintering crystals into thousand mirrors.
My eyes squint,
heavy laced with ice
heavy laced with ice
searching for color
above the walkway
laden of diamond drops-
No, No!
I am a prey
caught in frozen web-
I am a prey
caught in frozen web-
The moon crackles. Crescent above skeletal
trees. Scattering faint its nebulous light.
My hands are so cold
motionless, dead leaves
Push, push
back the black tides
engulfing, surging
my lungs
the guilty weight is an illusion
Breathe, breathe
The sun crows. Wearing pink & peach shades.
My eyes mist that I made it through long long night.
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Whew. Not sure if that is a nightmare, or night terrors, or what but... Surreal. Nice energy, you can feel the current.
ReplyDeleteGuilt is such a crafty thief. At some points honest, but others just trying to rob us.
Have a great Christmas Grace.
Congrats to dVerse on the release. Sometimes morning can't come quick enough indeed. Hope a great christmas is had at your pad.
ReplyDeleteOh you have captured that darkness, the way it breaks you down (almost) and only morning saves you. At first I thought it said the moon cackles which made it even eerier...
ReplyDeleteThis poem has a great shape, Grace, which accentuates the different focuses in each stanza: the sound of the shovel, the splintering crystals and the icy light. The crystals splintering into mirrors reminds me of The Snow Queen. My favourite lines:
ReplyDelete'The moon crackles. Crescent above skeletal
trees. Scattering faint its nebulous light'.
A scary nightmare of a poem!
ReplyDeleteReads like a bad dream of shoveling ice & snow, down to the frozen fingers--saved by the pink rays of dawn through your curtains, Thanks for all your hard work on 2017 dVerse Anthology; ordered 3 of them today !
ReplyDeletesometimes it's hard to know how we feel about the ice and snow - Friend o Foe? You captured that feeling well in your poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous poem. We had lightning just about an hour ago...so very appropriate. XXXX
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem Grace, cooling for me as we are having hot weather at present. Thanks so much for including me in the anthology. I look forward to receiving my copies.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gripping poem. May there be light at the end of the night, and may you holiday be filled with blessings and good cheer!
ReplyDeleteVery well written Grace, it reads in parts like a psychic experience. I love the closing lines especially 'The sun crows. Wearing pink & peach shades.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes mist that I made it through long long night'
'The moon crackles'— a surprising image that works really well.
ReplyDelete"The sun crows. Wearing pink & peach shades." Cool expression
ReplyDeleteI particularly loved the second grouping here Grace--I love the imagery and the feel of it--this just has great motion--congrats on completing the anthology--Can't wait to read it! And happy and peaceful holidays to you
ReplyDeleteI love how the "moon crackles" and the "sun crows." I'm glad she made it through the "long, long night." I know the feeling! Merry Christmas to you and yours, Grace!
ReplyDeleteGoodness Winter Fright
ReplyDeleteNight Snow and Ice
Dreams
Not aT all
Like A Dusting
oF A Winter Wonderland
iN North Florida Fall Days now..
nah..
not
moving
to Canada
any now soon..hehe..
And while i don't usually
rate poetry this iS uNique my FriEnd..:)
I love your images here, Grace. The splintered crystals, the moon that crackles. Beautiful and eerie.
ReplyDeleteI really like the contrasting structures of the staves. It changes the pace, raisesthetension.
ReplyDeleteWow, that is just beautiful.
ReplyDeletefeeling the cold...(K)
ReplyDelete'The moon crackles' .. is such a haunting image!
ReplyDeleteHow vulnerable we feel in the night you describe so well. It is as if the earth has become our very enemy and caught we are in its web. And then the physical pain as we attempt an escape route.
ReplyDeleteLove that the sun crows!
Have the most wonderful Christmas Grace.
Anna :o]
I love the images of the moon . . . crackling crescent.
ReplyDeleteYou capture the feeling of breaking through an impossibly dark, cold time very well!
Jesus! I thought you were burying a dead animal in this; I will have to read it again and again...it is scary and surreal, but very original and different. Merry Christmas, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI liked the phrase "Splintering crystals into thousand mirrors".
ReplyDeleteThat's quite the journey you take your reader on. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading your poem on the solstice Grace. Hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteThe sun crows. Wearing pink & peach shades.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes mist that I made it through long long night.
A scary night it had been and very well documented, Grace!
Hank
Love this. especially this stanza
ReplyDelete"The moon crackles. Crescent above skeletal
trees. Scattering faint its nebulous light. "
'Splintering crystals into a thousand mirrors' - one beautiful line of many. This poem has a surrealist feel to it, like a painting.
ReplyDeleteThis is fraught with vulnerability and the fear of night - which, with the added terror or frigid temperatures, I think weighs more heavily upon us in winter. Brilliant writing.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! Your vivid imagery composes the experience of being trapped so convincingly!
ReplyDeleteYou have painted an enigma - love how the sun crows in coloured shades. Happy Christmas Grace - see you in the new year - & many thanks for all your efforts gathering in the anthology
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem and I love your header!
ReplyDeleteHope the New Year is happy and bright Grace. 😂💟🎀