"The Writings of Mongsee"
...by Marcia Wickes

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Ice Fantasy

I silent stretch my fingers to the distant stars,
Ice dripping from my hands, my arms......
I am crystalline, I am naked in
The frozen forest, sheathed with the
Frigid winter skin of ice.........
I am here, alone.....
I am waiting, my white hair curled
Into icy tendrils......
And the moon shines after midnight
On my glistening belly, my snowdusted thighs......
I am waiting, 
Waiting for  a heated touch
To melt me......
The skeletal  trees around me are frosted with
The glittered white of frozen snow and ice.......
They groan softly as the wind touches them,
And I close my Arctic eyes........
I am the queen of ice.....
I am the ruler of the frozen world;
The winter is my domain..........
I am waiting, alone,
Frozen in time...........
Waiting for the caress of spring
To end my reign of frigid power
And break the frozen hold 
The winter has upon my heart.

©~Marcia Wickes

 
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