Icicles with angry faces, hanging by a thread
dripping thoughts, malicious, freeze inside my head.
Breath mists rise in anger, my eyelids burn with snow
as a teardrop melts, forgotten, I feel my anger grow.
Drowning in a snowflake, a blizzard tastes my eyes
bitterness receives me, I soar in reddened skies.
Feed my outrage, taste my wrath, paint my hatred white
colour me vexation, feel this wintered bite.
Author notes
Prompt :
1. Hot and bothered while standing in a mental igloo
A contest entry
- PROMPT CONTEST. by penman.
900 points, ended October 29, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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