Frozen mid drip,
knocked from mother’s hip,
a wild child icicle
unpredictably spirited
rippling spike.
A spontaneous medieval pike
of childhood bliss:
unicorn, fairy wand,
silver carrot,
pointed finger of the witch.
Doorway crystals,
light-filled imaginings
frozen mid drip.
This warm January,
something amiss.
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #168~44 Words on “Ice”
Artwork: ’72 Vintage ANSEL ADAMS Icicles Ice Stalagmites Frozen Nature Photo





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