A Magical Palace
Lay me down on a blanket of white,
Where tears are frozen and eyes shut tight.
Feeling the tingle from cool, crisp sheets,
Drifting down, silently, piece by piece.
A magical palace, where earth blends with sky,
And freezing stars glisten, remotely, on high.
A calming, clear bitterness, fashioned from ice,
Where crystal, laced petals shine bright, to entice.
This wonderland wizard shares icy-cold lust,
Enticing spells, casting forth glacial dust,
Banishing warmer climes, welcoming frigid,
Turning stark scenery, frosty and rigid.
This chilly existence enfolds in pure snow,
Numbing extremes, creeping up from below.
A crystalline bed, harshly raw and forbidding,
Dispelling the wanting, desires, unforgiving.
Each sharp, bitter snowflake falls quietly with grace,
Settling fast, gently, to cover my face,
Slowly engulfing my pale, polar form,
Veiled and invisible, lost in the storm.
4th April 2019
Yesterday’s snowfall was expected, but the amount that fell here, not quite so much! As is usually the case, despite any chaos or inconvenience caused, it always looks like a beautiful Winter Wonderland, straight from the rear of the wardrobe in Narnia!