Andrew Crisci Poet Rhyme

This Red Skin

This red skin, whipped by the harshest wintry wind,
feels colder than the snow of Iceland; 
wry thoughts on a gelid night 
won't relieve my plight!
January
flee,
don't disagree!
Running and panting
to avoid an avalanche crumbling,
I take giant steps to avert danger... 
while this red skin burns deeper than my anger!

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Emile Pinet February 16, 2015 at 1:03 PM Good word choice attacking the reader with their impact. I liked the poem as a good read. Nicely put, well written with poetic flare. Emile. #7

Jan Allison February 16, 2015 at 12:49 PM Very vivid imagery Andrew i can almost feel the burning cold of the wind:-) Hugs Jan xx