Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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' Icedancer- Il Ballo Della Principessa Di Ghiaccio - - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

_________OVERTURE___________

In engaging a walk, 'pon a Winter's crisp morn,
On a snow-feathered path,
Draped by ice-ladened branches,
My eye's found a pond of most striking impression-
Mother Nature's touch of December's bliss;
Crystalized Ice in the shape of a Heart,
An ardor of Winter's majesty.


___________SCAPE__________

____________ | ____________

Subtle breezes stir the pines,
As i approach the glaced pond.
Wafts of snow leave their landing
My face [looking up] is bedaubed
By a freckling of snowmist.
And the pond, an image of celestial capture,
Is a figuration of amorous grandeur.


____________ | | ____________

Its surface iced and hued in shades of silver and amber;
Like a prism slowly rising to the call of the new day.
A spindrifting breeze
Snares the cusp of my nose-
And my eyes close.
The wind changes course...my ear's are alerted
To a clarion whispering about me.


______DANCE OF THE ICE______

_____________ | ____________
Opening my eyes with anxious emotion,
I behold a most utopic image.
'Tis a Maiden donned softly in white linen gown,
Kneeling, poised, at the edge of the pond.
Lacing gold bladed skates, with pearl-studded leather,
Reflecting their beauty, off the Suns morning glare.
Nodding her head, she acknowledges my presence...
And my heart, skips a beat, as our eyes connect.

_____________ | | ___________

I respond with a shy, boyish grin;
A curling, sweet smile adorns her flawless visage.
She engages the Ice...spins, begins her dance;
Swirling, encircling, captured in whimsy,
Each movement a freeze-frame of eloquence.....
My breath far behind me, as she raises her arms,
And with her eyes, she beckons me closer...
Closer yet.


___________DISPAIR_________
_____________ | _____________

Sweat on my temples, Sun gaining strength...
I haven't much time, the daybreak is warm.

_____________ | | _____________

Mother Nature no friend now, to my Lady of Ice;
I must counter and find her a cold winter shadow.
And, stumbling to the pond, alas I reach, but descry-
A puddle... chilled mudied water... my Maiden, begone.
Teardrops from my wincing eye in unashamed sorrow;
The wonder if my Lady escaped her arctic eclipse -
The soulburning Hope, I will see her dance once again.


____________HOPING____________< br>
Now, I sit by this pond,
awaiting the sunfall
and, night's frosted stage,
For my Icedancer's Encore.........





____ Frank James Ryan, Jr.___
from 'The Verve of Passion & Peril
_____Watermark Press Inc._____
__2005-All Rights Reserved-L.O.C.__

Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy


Comments about ' Icedancer- Il Ballo Della Principessa Di Ghiaccio - by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

  • (7/25/2016 4:18:00 AM)


    What a story! I felt as if I were there, waiting for this vision of beauty to appear & take me away.lol. you are the PH King! (Report) Reply

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  • (1/24/2016 2:12:00 AM)


    one of the best fantasy poems I've read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015



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