They are frozen,
encased in ice.
They wait till the spring,
when they may finally thaw.
The wait,
months pass by.
Slowly it creeps up,
the warmth of spring.
Water drops fall
from the ice.
At last they are freed
from their icey prison.
Open to the air,
at last a cool breath.
Author notes
Heh, my first picture inspiration contest....
A contest entry
- Frozen Beauty by rainwalker.
450 points, ended February 14, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Too much boring description in this piece. I see that you are trying to tell a story about the change of seasons but try to "show don't tell". Maybe go back and work in some creative language, simile and metaphor...poetic devices? Thank you for entering and keep on writing!
-Laura
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