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Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Ice (141 of 365)

Day 141 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day Hibernal meaning: "of, characteristic of, or occurring in winter."

Ice 

Red and blue tones in the dark
hibernal reflected in tall spindly skeleton pines 
Their fingers gnarled and stiff
The dark night whistles by them
Makes them into an army 
Of silent soldiers 
Wailing and praying for release
     
The trees are oppressive 
They rise from the icy bluff
They have canals 
Their long narrow stretches that
The ice penetrates and turns to rock

The tall proud rooks
The wise sentinels presiding over the frost scape

The ice makes caves in the darkness
Invisible crevices below their hard surface the bark tears apart
Hesitating burning for release
All the while fighting 
The intolerable ice.

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