Debbie Guzzi Poet Pantoum

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Ice Castings

Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, 
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.

Tinkling icicles, which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day
licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.
All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms,

licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white,
the ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow. 
All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms
too soon the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day

The ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow. 
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed.  
Too soon, the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day.
Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones?

First Published in Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review January 2014

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser February 1, 2015 at 7:14 AM BEautiful Imagery and wow I am chilling with this poem but I like it in every way.. :)! I have never tried this form but there are repeating lines.. :)! and i like it.. :)! Maybe il do it someday.. :D! hahahha Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser February 1, 2015 at 7:30 AM thank you for asking How I am.. :) I hope all is well with you :) God bless us all.. :D

Nathan D. January 28, 2015 at 4:27 PM very awesome imagery. love the whole feel of the poem

Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2015 at 7:06 PM I have not written a pantoum in a while, this inspires me. I enjoyed this winter romp!

M. L. Kiser January 26, 2015 at 5:26 PM I'm sitting here freezing, but I wouldn't have missed this poem, for the world...it brought back some good memories of my childhood. Debbie Guzzi January 26, 2015 at 5:31 PM Oh my GET WARM!! I got my tongue stuck on the monkey bars OWWWWW!