Ice Roses

Wintergreen leaves of frozen tiffany, encased within Crystalized ice cycles are the delicate roses of youth. Tender shards easily shattered or creaked by Betrayals heavily handed anvils blazing. Sparking with passions burnt offerings flickering Flame, that wavers with age and experience, Melting the chilled petals of regrets, turning them Tarnishment’s withered brown. Textures tears of crimson leaves blown asunder In the winter breeze, splendors translucent frosted Frosting, the icing of a wintery bouquet, never to be Realized by the eyes of sorrows hand maiden, Called the old maid. Amongst the folded satin sheets lie dreams Hidden in the chest of hopelessness, nay these Ice roses leave a bitter fragrance of mild dew, A melting’s distinctive after effect to a lonely Hearts comfort, to the cries unanswered in the Darkness. Permafrost’s sizzling sting has bitten in two Another flowers blossom, as a rose red crimson Bleeds across the white snow palette of clarity. As the youthful heart is trampled beneath the hooves Of the ivory knight whom wares the shining amour Of insincerity. Dead vines tangled amongst the shards of frozen Ice leavenings, torn apart lay the delicate human heart, No fragile a rose ever known has been exposed, to the Open flame of Loves fire, leaving nothing behind But remnant’s residue of beauty’s most fare. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN