‘the father saved the mountain yonder,
i don’t suppose he was the one of yours,’
she said smiling before she froze
and turned an oily shade of rainbow
opalescent in her age of old
below they craved the market haunt
but through skins twilight kissed i called
down unto a sounding stained wood
thrust out instead of shore
this pain king rides swimming horse
dragging out to the dust of rain
in shattered wrists and waves’ refrain
underground calling all winter hearts
to strike in the below again
7 responses to “winter hearts”
Nice choice of words. opalescent yonder thunder of silence
Thanks Veselin. Much appreciated!
A slightly different style here, which I like. Poetry which hints at a more expansive story.
Thank you, Chris. You know me: I like experimentation.
🙂
Let’s hope those winter hearts melt soon.
No doubt. It’d be nice to get back out and about outside.