The Melting

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You came to me like a song,

Hushed, on the wings of a warm wind;

The glare hurt my eyes

And I looked away,

Afraid to breathe,

Afraid to speak,

Lest your beauty break the ice

That masqueraded as my backbone.

But Love, determined Spring,

Wooed.

Waited.

Won.

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Thick Skin

Not newborn skinpuddle ice, this.

Calloused, thick,

Barrier excludes blood

From heart of stone

Lest it beat and fulfill its function.

Stubborn film rejects sunshine,

Warmth,

Content to stagnate frozen

In primordial ooze

Lest the mess that lurks beneath

Be exposed, raw in its stench.

Your skin has kept emotions contained,

Given you a measure of control

Over the uncontrollable.

See here, the crown of thorns

Which pierces hearts of ice.

Take hold of the spear

Which alone penetrates

Thick skin.

Be melted.

Drip with awe.

And watch your dirty little secrets

Dry up and turn to dust

Before the Light of the World.

Prison Break

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One day sun will melt the bars,

Open doors and mend the scars,

Free your spirit from your chains –

Winter’s just the labour pains.

Doing the Math

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And so we wait,

Wind crunching numbers

Multiplying grievance, dividing winter

Days into fragmented ticks of a frozen clock.

In addition, only the sum total counts;

But the square root of snow

Is a water molecule,

And so we wait.

On Ice

sunset ice

 

Her dreams have been

immobilized,

flash-frozen tears,

harbingers of pain. But

finger to vein

finds pulse flutters

still – when her dawn

rises, rivers

will flow freely

once more, quenching

her winter soul.

Gargoyles

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Remnants of the Thaw,

gargoyle generals perch at the frayed edges

where will and heart collide,

talons claiming territory long held

by wintry grapple hooks.

Softer places have long-receded hairlines,

but strongholds will not easily

surrender to Spring sunlight.

Resistance fighters

set up perimeters,

deflect detection,

resort to guerrilla warfare,

pulling punches designed to discourage all inroads

into sensitive spaces;

so I

invite the Light

to shine the brightest here,

where angels fear to tread.

I watch gargoyles

give up the ghost

and limp,

liquefied,

 wax to a flame,

puddling at my feet,

whimpering to my shouts of

triumph.