Image by Sergio Cerrato – Italia from Pixabay
Set in Ice
Surfacing from a deep sleep
The room I slept in
felt colder than the North Pole
There was a risk of getting frostbite
As I watched, my breath spins in circles
around the room, beads of ice lace the glass,
obscuring my view from the window
Retrieving the milk from outside
felt like walking on a slippery ice rink.
The top of the milk had pushed its way
out of the bottle like a cream lolly.
Bearskins hung stiff, frozen on the line.
Life here could be brutal.
If you had eyes to see, there is a thread of beauty
running through this unforgiving land
Set in ice, pixie faces smile back at you…
©AnitaDawes2024
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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