Night Violent
A Winter war raged in Night violent skies
Leaden bullets of ice on
Some slippery roads ahead
Frightening fingers of frost
Grotesquely gigantic and lost
Little lambs, dense banks of cloud
Gathering close, into shroud
Like broken clocks rewound so tight
Like ballet dancers wearing Light
Stages, curtains falling through floors below
Like dreams of silent ice like knives and snow
Like all I ever loved about your eyes
A Winter war raged in Night violent skies . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-12-20 at 14:05
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