Ecstatic Ice

A poem and artwork from a book I’m working on entitled Sovereigns Of The Seasons

Ecstatic Ice
Still, sharp airs hit like mint.
Moon glow wraps like cream.
Stars hold their lofty parliament
Of indecipherable schemes.

Slow skies mutter aeon songs.
A thousand thousand nights before
Age's stars hit glistening stone.
Replayed upon it’s flashing floor.

Rapid paints kiss grasses,
Stars scheme, moon mumbles,
Cosmos dozes but frost dashes!
Fingers throwing jewels and marble.

Grass girls wear glass gowns
Spiked necklaces, glowing baubles.
A thousand divas claim the down,
Each draped in a night sky’s sparkle.

Frost snakes wrap flint stones,
Maps and glyphs in strands and spirals
Enter eyes, bloom in bones.
The Rosetta Rock’s worthy rival.

Chill airs kick the sleeper,
Destroy the dream’s soft safety.
Ice blades and frost flowers
Clearer dangers, shaper mysteries.

My feet step without permission
Grass girls lift their glittered heads.
Light nets stretch beyond vision
Catch querents in their threads.

Still, sharp airs hit like mint.
Streaked silver, flashing white
Forge manacles of merriment
I’m bound to the ecstatic ice.