Stolen Lace
Blue weaves the tentacles of night
drawn through gaunt gangly limbs
a-dance upon shimmering crystal ice
coldness in her languid lunar breath
Holding the predators at bay
eyes peering through her bluish light
a silence that calls the wind to heel
numbing the will for fight or flight
draping cold fields in stolen lace
holding the moment past its time
weeping in love’s lonely embrace
tear drops that coat her world in rime.
©3/3/2019
Liquid Luna Lace Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke - sponsor
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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