Thunderous Matterhorn of a right hammer, reduced to a glaciered mound, lifeless by the side.
Champion crew creating a clever cloak, covering countenance. Once it drapes the eyes, the enemy can’t see him.
Ten hollow thoughts try seducing from just below the white feathers, next to his ochre head.
He reaches, to enjoy their coldness, to make sure there still there.
The glaciered mound lays dormant
for now..
A hunter of the frozen past…
I stalk all glaciered time
To kill the demon inside the ice,
with eyes that burn—its truth to thaw
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
O're the rock strewn shores of Loch Lomond, upon the glaciered northern rock,
A lonely, barren, desolate stand, refuge to ancient Gaelic stock.
In this land o're grown with heath, tween' a realm named Rannoch Liath,
On a misty, dreary cairn,
There lived a lassie near the peaks, whose life of toil was one forlorn.
Sheltered in her little cabin warm, protected from the highland storm -
Just a lowly peasant serf -
Whose kin was of this barren earth.
A lovely lass, her hair of gold, imprisoned in a life on hold - she could not run,
Nor could she hide;
Her life of drudgery she would abide.
Yet, hoping to abscond this highland moor, and this desolate, barren scape,
Pleading for an opportunity, a sanction to escape.
Villagers said, they saw her go that bitter night - carrying a lantern with her,
ascending to the heights.
They said they didn't stop her, they thought she went for wood;
no one ever saw her, vanishing that night.
aabb July 31, 2016
Life has gifted me with tragedy,
broken images, forever haunting,
excruciating my suffering; blood
upon the pulse of my serenity.
Crystal lines are etched over this glaciered heart,
and my tears wash blotches of thoughts
that leaves me blank again daily.
Stolen by death, I am left mourning the assassins kill,
soul sliced open, like the parted sea.
Chained and bound I evade flirtatious eyes,
to inhibit forbidden thoughts;
for love fled upon your precious wings,
survived only by my silent memories.
I stood alone in the midst of nightmares,
just searching for you amongst a midnight dream.
Alas, although the stars filled my eyes,
the sky gathered clouds and the Moon reigned misery,
no peace to be found;
yet today the heavens opened and allowed me to breathe;
I saw your face again, arms out-stretched,
and you said: ”Love come to me,
but mere steps into the convalescent sea."
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