an icy grip

 

  

 

 

 

“Instead of my world, there would soon be only ice, snow, stillness, death; no more violence, no war, no victims; nothing but frozen silence, absence of life."

 

Chilling words from the novel, 'Ice' by Anna Kavan. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the ice crystals cut my eyes in two

 

 

the ice-crystals

cut

my eyes in two

 

I looked from one

and I saw the surface veins

of the last leaves left

 

and I looked from the other

and I saw

the coal-black depth

of frozen water

 

 

 

winterscape - poor elizabeth

 

 

poor elizabeth is cold

in a winter's day landscape

with fleeting clouds

and a drizzle

that leaches into your bones 

 

poor elizabeth lies deep beneath the soil

in a churchyard

somewhere in England 

her headstone black with lichen

poor elizabeth is a shadowy glance

in a frosted puddle

of

time

poor elizabeth is a loose ball of hay

or a cast of stickes

stranded in the road

poor elizabeth is cold

in a winter's day landscape

and she is dissolving

before our eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

in a quiet place