Poem: Terza Rima Sonnet –  The Freedom of Snow


A Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.

For even more of a challenge, try the Terza Rima Sonnet. This form of poem has an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee.

  

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I was free today, to live the Winter and breathe in,

Air laced with cold, where the trees hung embraced by,

Fluffy, light snow, natures own decore, pattern.

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The roads where covered, crystallized feathers fly,

The song of people, many voices, echoing and,

Calling to each other, within the recesses cry,

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The snow is glowing in the dark I feel the grand,

Beautified crystals, resting on my lips –lick,

A snowflake alone in his drive to earth lands.

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And my hair is braided with white ice so slick,

Snow which is falling and whispering to me,

Live in the sunshine, in Winter’s lore, and flick.

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A snowflake from your eyelash, let it be free.

To whirl in the wind and make my eyes truly, see. 

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Sunday Photo Fiction: One Thing at a Time


When you see a tire lying emeshed in ice and snow by a frothing icey river, you don’t think much about what you’re seeing. What would a random tire say if it could talk?  Would it tell you the story of the SVU it was apart of? There were two young children in the vehicle.

How fast was their mother driving on the slick roads? Sally wasn’t paying attention and was texting and talking on her phone while driving. She was too busy having a conversation with her friend about a playdate.  Sally was too busy texting her husband to pick-up milk on the way home. Tom and Isla were playing; they were giggling and laughing in the back seat and were hushed by Sally.

Then the SUV started to hydroplane and Sally tried to break, but the vehicle was spinning and slipping down the side of the road and she couldn’t hault the SUV against the slush and snow. She couldn’t stop it from driving into the river.

Sally remembers the screaming of her children. She doesn’t know how she got out of the SUV, only that she had been crying out for Tommy and Isla from the moment she was dragged from the river. Sally keeps asking for her children. She wants to go back to the river to look for them.

Finally she sees them, white faced with  blue lips, eyes closed, and peacefully frozen; they are sculptures. She waits for their tiny chests to rise, to breathe. Even adults who are experienced swimmers can’t survive in raging winter rivers. But Sally waits, tears frozen to her face.


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Go Eskimos Go! Bring the Greycup to Edmonton!

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Literary Lion: Snow Queen


A marble carving, white, and cold, her skin is soft like falling snow. Yet a strength lives beneath the softness, that ice-cold heart, formed below her skin. Her face is glass, obsidian stone. Perfection in her features frozen in time, her mouth in awe; that anyone could freeze the heat out of her bones. She sits a statue, staring in a mirror, and her lips are blue from being frozen. A tear of salt slides down her stone cheek, she has no flush; she is white as snow. Her hand is permenantly posed at her neck as if she is nervous from sins supposed. The Queen of niege, she has an old name, none that we can pronounce, it existed before language. 

Her eyes a cold dark ice blue and they always reflect her form in the mirror. She’s tired quickly of looking at herself, but she cannot move any part of her body. It’s been that way for millennias. The ice queen posed upon her throne of icicles and hard packed snow. She is regal, magestic, but she has no heart it is frozen solid and that’s what evil does. It twists what is right and turns it ice cold. So now she is stiff as a carved statue. A marblesque figure that cannot lift a finger;she stares out at worlds, at her picture mirror. 

She sees all the love people experience and everything wonderful, fantastic, marvellous, and full of feeling. But she cannot understand what she hates. If it was up to her, humanity would have been what she was; a marble statue. But she is stuck in her crystal palace, locked beneath ice, guarded by a mountain that locks her palace in place. No one will find her, she’s had her time. The Snow Queen has been defeated and is solid ice forever. She sits and hates and cares for nothing, reaching for a freedom that will never be. Ice burdened upon her, a beautiful, unloveable figure who once held Narnia. 

Thanks to  I Smith Words for the prompt ice.