She has ice scales
shielding her heart,
over-lapped warnings,
“Fragile-Don’t Touch!”
Her heels thump
pain-pocked rhythms
on taut tile skins, and
ghost scavengers haunt
cold cubicles of hollow eyes.
Sunset whimpers
over still-shot trees,
the warmth on frozen leaves
evaporates,
as if,
never there.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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6 comments:
One of your best yet, Pat!!
Hauntingly beautiful.
I love the visual of ice scales shielding a heart because the heart is still alive and needs merely warmth to revive it.
the warmth on frozen leaves
evaporates,
as if,
never there. is just plain beautiful!
I love this!
"Fragile-Don't Touch!", I'll make a badge of it? And wear it...?
i really love your work, pat!
Pris thank you very much!
QNT I guess we all keep a few "ice scales" on our heart. Thank you!
Borut somehow I don't see you as fragile. Thanks!
Polona, then we have a mutual admiration society, cause I think your work is fabulous!
this reminds me of myself,sometimes... it's sad.
thanks for this pat! lovely!
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