Melt me (c)old

Scar my sparks, you clouds
spill death in shadow-breath,

ice-breeze withered leaves
twist bloom from roses,

grey my garden’s green,
dance me broken glass;

dull my shimmer, lull me blind.
Curl those thin-lipped grins

bubble-grim me; open poison-jars.
Skip vacation journey.
Melt me (c)old.

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Clouds by Ivan Shishkin

I wrote a second poem for my Quadrille for dVerse, this time using all the words we have used so far including today’s word curl.

January 2, 2017

21 responses to “Melt me (c)old

  1. I really like this section:
    “Curl those thin-lipped grins
    bubble-grim me; open poison-jars.”

    I’m picturing this being about a guy who has a thing for a mortician—so he’s most creatively trying to get into her drawer, onto her table, and into the care and caress of her cold, cold hands.

  2. “dance me broken glass;

    dull my shimmer” — Love this, especially.

    Gotta get back in the swing (and schedule) of things, and get my One With All the Words one written.

  3. Somehow I’m hung up on the words “bubble-grim me.” Getting older, grey, less supple in body but perhaps more supple in attitude? For me it’s okay. I think I like “bubble-grin me.” 🙂

  4. You’re on a word-play roll again, Björn! But what stood out for me were the opening lines that wouldn’t be out of place in King Lear!
    ‘Scar my sparks, you clouds
    spill death in shadow-breath’.

    I love the use of kenning-verbs: ‘ice-breeze’ and ‘bubble-grim’!

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