This poem grew in the late hours of 21 May ~ so no frost, ice or anything ~ beautiful games being played in my mind.
Ice Moon - 21 May 13
Frosted fields
Tendrils of mist veils
Wrap around the trees
Chills the air
Where the Moon walks
Hot brow
Cool hand touches
The fires rage again
Her eyes pierce me
Impale my Heart
Claims me for herself
Empress of Ice
Moon still holds me
Her fire burns
Through all the ages
Passion
Muse plays the Loveliest games ~ thank you Muse.
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i love the mixture of cold and hot in this!
ReplyDelete"Tendrils of mist veils
Wrap around the trees"
gorgeous imagery! LOVE this poem!
I have often watched the way that mist forms tendrils in the trees and pools in fields ~ images that stay with me.
DeleteThank you for your comments dani ♥ I really appreciate your support.
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