f r o z e n f i r e

Himalayan mountains whisper
their almost zero degree
breeze,

the choral of crickets
sings their nightly
lullaby,

the rare blue blood moon
leaks its silent yet
shining beams,

under layers of thick fabric,
behind the speechless,
wooden door,

we set the frozen world
on fire.

03.13.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up
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27 thoughts on “f r o z e n f i r e

  1. I had such a different take on this–because of the setting in the first stanza, I thought of monks in the last…the silence, the heavy fabric, the wooden door. Not sure what you wanted us to feel but I just love this.

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