Winter on the Coast

Mombi's Heads

An icicle on the gutter

Growing longer

Will it stab? Or shatter? 

Grab the light and scatter?

Prism of the risen dead

You'll watch its progress 

Dripping and freezing

Fingernails uncut coiling

Stalactite of the stagnant

There's no way it'll puncture the earth

Even as its girth breaches

What anyone could expect

A test of what's pleasing

Forever tempting to chop

And let its fragments sink in snow


They're all water down below

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saiom's picture

  i love the way icicle


i love the way icicle swords become peaceful water



Starward's picture

Me too.

Me too.


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