Icicled

the longest night
as the autumn melting builds like tears
before the sun rises for her shortest performance
of the year

barefoot and skyclad have no place in this circle
snow boots will have to be fashionably pagan
but any shivers or inconvenience
are soon forgotten

as the sun rises through icicle crystals

bringing winter

Author notes

Today is Solstice! And I've actually never done a skyclad ritual, but if I was going to, today would NOT be the day! Brr. . . .

A contest entry

Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 LINES or Less (I) by The Fun House. 1050 points, ended January 3, 31 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

Did it work for you?

Comments

By me, right now

Adding your comment:
The Fun House
January 3

Edit | Reply

I got a great chuckle from your notes. I have done one and it can get a bit brisk This poem is fantastically written. It flows smooth, has great imagery and you can feel the soul of it.