The Queen Of The Frost Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The queen of the frost
Kept her heart tight on a choke-chain
Froze her feelings against thieves or knaves

The queen of the frost
Kept a lock on her vagina
Her eyes were barbs, her sorrows, open graves

The queen of the frost
Was born in a land of icebergs
Her mansion, built of Bibles, black and gold
‘Women born of Eve are made to suffer'
That was etched on her lintel, cruel and bold

The queen of the frost
Was dutiful, righteous, cold