The Iceveldt (I)

As soon as I woke I felt the change in the air
all softness
all gentle warmth gone
I recall the ancient ones had names for the frigid winds
that whirl up unannounced and paint your voice and nose and eyes with a brush of frost
The deck was quiet but for their sighing
swirling relentlessly looking for any opening to nestle in
to claim and build their nests of coldest crystal
the sky was the color of polar nightfall
while the red flameflowers glowed in the icebed far below
after so long in the air you forget what standing firm feels like
but I know I once ran up and down those mountains
collecting blossoms in a basket
years and miles and a maelstrom of memories ago
nothing living walks there now…
and I looked over the edge
at the plants which grow and bloom and die all within a single passing of the strange and distant sun
picturing that moment when the star bursts its bonds and burns out in fierce hot joy
and the twilight deepens into endless ebony
what will the mountains look like when they can’t be seen?
and how long will the winds howl before freezing solid?
Deep thoughts on so fair a morning
as I sail past

*Artwork by Myke Amend*




About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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