Tag Archives: icicles

The Haunting

ghostly iciclesSomething wicked this way comes,

Marching in to Arctic drums;

Promised gift of spring succumbs

To ghosts of winter past.

Ice Queen reigns supreme for now,

Frigid frost on frigid brow;

Soon, she’ll have to take a bow,

For phantoms cannot last.

 

The Icicle Project

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If I were

an icicle

I would melt

into your love

letting go

of the past

like tears

rolling down

cheeks

of glass