A Tale of Love in Perpetuity
The sun shines brightly.
Puff clouds float by in the sky;
The breeze warmly wisps.
The green grass is soft,
The open field, inviting,
A blanket laid down.
Birds and butterflies
Dancing with the dragonflies
Entertain new love.
A couple sits there
In a picnic revelry.
A hand reaches out
To unclasp the basket lid,
In doing so, it bursts open.
Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain,
As the couple sits frozen,
Flash-locked in a wintry plane—
Their flesh: crack-designed like chain,
The crevices are crimson;
Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain.
Crystals crust over the stain
Left from the explosive blood,
Flash-locked in a wintry plane.
Lovers’ mouths a frosty drain
Outpouring bloody ice spears—
Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain.
Their eyes—instantly insane—
Yet their eyes are still alive,
Flash-locked in a wintry plane.
Forms covered in frosty mane,
Like ice lions in a shell—
Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain,
Flash-locked in a wintry plane.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written for this week’s Sparkle City Magic’s Week #5 (on Medium) prompts: basket and ice.
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They need hugs to warm up!
Hahaha! And a lot of it my friend! Brrrrr! LOL! Thanks for reading and engaging!
A lovely picture crafted with care and consistent without. Open to interpretation, it hit me as a metaphor for relationships. Although the weather seems fine around them when it comes to speech or communication everything freezes up causing tremendous pain and spliting, fracturing the relationship. (lover's mouths' a frosty drain, Outpouring bloody ice spears, Their eyes instantly insane)
Soren, thank you so much for the time it took to carefully read and interpret the poem. I really, really appreciate it. As a matter of fact, I had not thought of the communication angle, as I was super focused on pulling off the imagery there; however, your interpretation will now be a part of my own, as it really does fall in line with the direction I was heading in. The circumstances that seem to fly up and freeze what was otherwise warm and pleasant: LOVE/RELATIONSHIPS. Of course, in reality, those things never fly up...but eek their way in and then build overtime...still, I thought the poem captured the "feeling" of it for sure, and your interpretation really is the definitive one in my heart and mind.
Excellent
Thank you Tony! I am glad it resonated!
You're welcome Tristan
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