Kissing Ice At Dawn

By amlee

Tue, 03 Feb 2015
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Miffed moor hens dip
slip on stillborn lake
stumbling skaters hot chasing
early squirm of an icy worm
only to pitiful peck naught but
mirrored beaks in arctic glass...
 
Drear ducks at daybreak
cackle at the lack of fowl play 
defeated by stop-motioned 
swirling eddies, now crisp
crackled beneath the greed 
and swell of their winter bellies...
 
Manacled barnacle geese
likewise landlocked, lumpen
yearn for teeming pools, once 
limpid, lustrous in turquoise dragonflies
now plod single filed, iced marched
forlorn in February's deep freeze...
 
As glacial swans glide, collide, 
I whiplash frosted air once, twice
third time unlucky, casting barbed 
sting of a damsel blue with cold
Silent conspired, we sow watery 
slaughter in a murderous flash...
 
Then submariner rainbows rise
to mock in pescatorial laughter
blowing bubbly kisses as
I let fly my frigid frustration
Oh irony: how frozen fish chip
away anglers' dreams at wintry dawn...
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