Frost: a Mystery Play

Gold cherry

By Melkur

Sun, 10 Nov 2019
  • 1397 reads
6 comments
 

Frost reigned for a while,

Breathing its chilly cobwebs

Slow across the ground

 

Sounding a crick-crack,

A slow-freezing testament

For those ears who hear

 

Hare runs in moonlight,

The palest rainbow curving

His arc de triomphe  

 

The streets have no name,

Land and water united

Under hoarse white coat

 

The snow does not lie:

Truth of the grey emerging

Again from the soil

 

Certificate U
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Quite magical!

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Exquisite.

 

Submitted by Melkur on

Thank you very much. I think the Black Rabbit from 'Watership Down' was at the back of my mind, as shown in the 1978 animated film, and how he sort of jumped in curving shadows, seen by those in crisis or about to die. I adapted it to a more positive image. 

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Quite enjoyed this, Melkur.  

Rich

 

 

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Really nice use of imagery here.

Kristi

Submitted by onemorething on

Brilliant poem. Love the hare and the frost and the moonlight. :)