Woke up in a thunder
Eyes crumpled in pain
Gray-blue the stain
Ice rain again
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I've been writing poetry and short stories since I was a child. Aesthetically, I have a love for Victorian literature. I'm also very fond of mythology, which often shows up in my work. I love to read. I read all sorts of books: fantasy, science fiction, horror, biographies, books about history and religion, etc. I'm also really friendly. So feel free to write me and say hello.)
Ice Insecta: Bee In Amber
Woke up in a thunder
Eyes crumpled in pain
Gray-blue the stain
Ice rain again
The chimney smoked
Waiting for Peter
Or Père Noël
Or Eton-educated
Male Tinkerbelle
Screamed to Dream
When the ice bit her
Girl in white flannel
Feathers flying round
A copy of Peter Pan
On the dresser
Near the table lamp
Screamed to Dream
When with its proboscis
It drained her heart
Like an incubus
Pollinating
The long crunch
Of ice exoskeleton
Frozen breath on glass
Will the eggs be
Well-preserved by impregnation
With the resin in Amber
Fossilized
Or Succinosis
Eyes all dizzy
When it comes
You cannot stop it
Stared at compound eyes
No, honey, I can’t go
I am no beekeeper
No Hymenoptera
Don’t cry
Or try to weave the concept
Into poetry
That is something
Only rich girls do