The Winter Room

The Winter Room

A Poem by icelandicblue

The light sweeps the room with its bluish breath;
the dying of another day slips quietly
into the barren soil and the world sleeps
beneath the heavy lids of night

where bare branches scrape window panes
begging for a warmth they once knew,
and the air snaps in the wind of invisible flags
holding vigil above the dead earth.

The moon is frozen in the darkest of voids
while I armor myself in flannel and burrow
under turrets of down determined to
keep the hollowness from swallowing me.

I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair
even though its reach is long and deep.
My heart flutters like a dying moth
caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame.

I hum a haunting lullaby softly to ward off
the bleakness that seeps into my soul waiting
for dawn to untie the double-knotted doubts
that tie me tight to the winter room.





© 2013 icelandicblue



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I loved the words and thoughts in the poetry.
"I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair
even though its reach is long and deep.
My heart flutters like a dying moth
caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame.I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair even though its reach is long and deep. My heart flutters like a dying moth caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame."
The above lines. Wonderful use of description. Thank you dear friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


icelandicblue

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much Coyote. This piece was written from a very deep place. Thank you for cap
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Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

A amazing write and you are welcome my friend.
Wow...the images you have created are so vivid...so real..It is impossible to pick my favorite line...your words are so well chosen..absolutely brilliant.

:) Julie

Posted 2 Years Ago


icelandicblue

2 Years Ago

Thanks so much Julie.
So well written; this has a timeless,classic feel that only the very best of poetry ever does. I was enthralled from first line to last, how well you describe that 'winter room' of the mind.

Beccy.

Posted 2 Years Ago


icelandicblue

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much Beccy. I love your "winter room of the mind."
This took me back to visits on my grandparents' farm, the house heated with a wood stove, the kitchen warm, the bedroom so cold, I burrowed deep, and struggled to stay warm. Beautiful.

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much and I'm so happy you could make a connection to it.
NoelHC

3 Years Ago

That is what I usually look for in a poem, a connection, an emotion, something that reaches me. I wo.. read more
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Joa
I was going to quote a phrase from this, to show my fav one. Yet, I was favoring them all. This is exactly the kind of thing that i like to read. Visual, easy on the eyes and brain, thoroughly engrossing to me.... Well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I am sorry I missed your comment. I apologize for the delay in replying.
I'm a bit slow here BlueIce...You sounds like you have existed Eons away... Its too overwhelmingly deep. Its really beautiful to even comprehend it. Its like a close encounter of the Third Kind ...:)

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

Frankly, I could read your fine compliments all day long. I thank you so much for reading and respon.. read more
Enchanting metaphors giving me a vivid picture of what the speaker "sees" and "feels". The thoughts are somewhat personal but the emotions seep right into me. Excellent. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

This was definitely personal as I suppose most poetry is. Thank you so much Blue for commenting.
So dark, yet so enthralling. You have such a talent for intriguing and powerful metaphors, and the scene simply blossoms in my mind as I read. A special mention to the line 'while I armour myself in flannel and burrow under turrets of down', because that is just utterly sublime in conveying action and emotion with short, sharp strikes.

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

Thank you Mark for that insightful and enthusiastic review. A writer can ask no more. Thanks again.
surviving the cold room ... the nose peeks first from the burrow and disappears twice as fast ... i'm not getting up ... make the world go away :)
E.

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

That is exactly right Einstein- there are too times when it's just too cold to step into the fray.
You expressed in beautiful detail the mood that most of us experience as we each descend into the “Winter of our discontent”. A lullaby helps as we cocoon under our warm blankets where we dream of Spring.

Posted 3 Years Ago


icelandicblue

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your comment Aethereal. I am happy that you found this one.

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