Those softly whispered words
you finally gave
that answer,
though compassionately told
still clotted my blood
froze to a reckless notice
and a passionless turndown
a glacial bulwark between us,
icing my veins
and now
by your closed doors
my verses, forever
are silent.
Today Mish hosts the Quadrille with the word ice at dVerse, She is sharing some spectacular pictures taken after a winter storm at lake Huron, Ontario. remember to check it out.
January 23, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love your icicled, Björn, especially the ‘glacial bulwark’.
icicled heart…
Ooh, great use of cold and frozen words here, Bjorn! I love that glacial bulwark, and the closed door.
You had me at the title! I absolutely love the way you incorporated ice into this quadrille and your choice of line breaks gave it the perfect flow. The emotions of hurt, shock and rejection are palpable.
Not a fun place to be 😦
You put a lot in 44 words…just enough to hit hard without being overly dramatic, and it has the hard edge of realism…how ‘flimsy’ things like soured love can destroy so much, such as one’s cráter, pride and Joy…
I really wanted to reply to your poem on mastodon, but I have not yet signed up, and I am a bit confused with all those servers. I really felt that darkness of winter and the faint memory of sunnier times in your poem
An icicle straight through the heart.
Yes, the heart is very active in our romance, this is good.
“icing my veins” I’ve heard before, but the wedding saying here is “Cold feet,” one backs out.
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A beautiful metaphor for the heart rejected. The word bulwark works very well in your lines.
Those closed door are really cold.
Happy Monday Björn
Much❤love
More than just cool. Bjorn. Thanks
Proof you cannot sugarcoat rejection. Well done.
The big freeze of “passionless” rejection, not easily melted into verse. Sharply conveyed, Björn.
Well written poem.
That last verse is so sad, so final….
How to melt a heart as cold as ice?
I second what Jane wrote – truly an icicle through the heart!
❤
David
I love “glacial bulwark between us”–the frozen terrain indeed!
“by your closed doors
my verses, forever
are silent.”
Beautiful, Bjorn. 🙂
There is no good solution to rejection. It is always ice cold. (K)
love the words and use of them in this ❤