Teeth of wind
ripping wool and ice
my eyelash
grip my groin
remind me that the sunshine
still is pale in March
Ices by Nicholas Roerich
Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. I only made a very short one. Winter is back again.
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March 15, 2018
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Your words fit your image! I liked it.
Winter can by monstrous. Or ghostly. Either one surfacing and catching the host off guard for a bite or a spook. I like the art choice too.
We’re going to get your weather in a few days. I’ll be glad to finish with these cold poems.
A beautiful way to say winter will not let go! Do you even have time to tan in the summer, Bjorn? (Just joking with you.) Where I am from in the US it’s still snowing (northern Indiana.) Nice words!
Yes it has been a long winter, and I fear it is not yet done. This year we have had real cold, that bites your nose and chills your toes. Lovely words.
Yes winter is back here also. That is a phenomena we should be used to, but never are
I like how the first four lines feel like an incantation — like you’re telling the spirits (or a cold woman) what to do to you.
It is still cold although today here it was spring-warm and bright.
Winter is violent n’est-ce pas?
Indeed, March sun can sometimes be fool’s gold. We’re a smidge warmer here in Seattle, but I can relate to your chill all too well.
Winter just doesn’t want to relinquish its throne
Vividly described! And makes me glad all over again that I no longer live so far from the Equator.
Brief for you, but sharp and cunning as usual🙂
Oh yes, we had a couple of decent days, but Old Man Winter still has a tight grip on the calendar. The succinctness make me feel the biting cold more.
Made me shiver!
Ouch…cold that bites…here’s to the coming of the sun.
Oh yes–the cold wind and the pale sun!
The season that refuses to die! Great write, Bjorn!
I hear the despondency but… I couldn’t help but laugh.