The Ice Maiden

Another section of the new cycle.

I
am not
any fire.

I
am not
the quick light,
the warmth of the

flames.
I am
not righteous,
or passionate,
or anything that

breathes,
or sees.
I am the
snowfrozen cold,
the icy stillness,
the nature of the poles.

I
am slow
hardening
of veins and tears
and fingertips and
legs and ears, eyes, mouth and
always mind: the chill in the

space
where I
must still keep
my memories.
Everything in here
is pale, full of frozen
fragments that I never move
to touch.  I am not the taker

of
things; I
am the thing
which is taken.
Silent ice stays in
its place, makes no vows, or
colorless promises.  I
will stand here, shock-stock still, solid,
until memory freezes, taking

fiery
freight with
it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the description. You create a vision of coldness and a bad place.
'I
am slow
hardening
of veins and tears
and fingertips and
legs and ears, eyes, mouth and
always mind: the chill in the"
The lines above are amazing. Made the reader feel the cold and heartlessness of the words. You are a talented writer. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Virginia Luella]

Thank you so much for your reading and review!