The Frost Queen
Breath from the ice crevices
cast up then like falling glass ,
snow flakes falling upon the land cast .
winds swirl giving dance a body to see,
the window where the Frost Queen
releases her screams.
Chill you to the bone a scream
broken and cracked,
icicles hang from her lashes
as so frozen tongue lashed.
Eyes icy blue, hair frozen
in spikes the wind so styled,
and the body rough with droplets
appearing black so vile.
The scream of the frost queen
heard only in the depths there,
land of lost souls through time
the future refused to share.
Few hears her cry
those who have never left,
bones remained pushed along
with the ice shelf.
Bones are her instrument
her grand piano there,
she plays them with her icy fingers
with a frozen chilling stare.
Her body draped in layers like
razors lined in rows for her song,
and the change in her embrace of the keys
shove the shelf along.
Jul 2017, Patty DeGroff
