Chimera 66, #16
As waning ice of winter drips
into our spring, my fingertips,
tempestuous, cling.
Catharsis now brings
tearful scene;
quiv`ring lips.
As all our season’s trials end,
your icy words my soul defends.
Our love not lanquid
nor is it torpid;
not morbid
or pretends.
Oh, let our winter’s stone-cold hearth
alight once more with fiery breath,
stretching arms to greet;
opening to meet
lovingly,
our true warmth.
Clogyrnach: (clog-ir-nach): It usually has a six line stanza that combines one couplet of eight syllable lines a. a., one couplet of five syllable lines b. b., and the final two lines of three syllables.b. a.. The two three syllable lines may be written as a six syllable line if desired.
This is gorgeous, Jacqueline! Your imagery stuns me! Reblogging!
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Reblogged this on The Rattling Bones and commented:
Stunning imagery and gorgeous language! You will not be disappointed!
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Thanks, Lori.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I love this poem – I voted for this poem.
I’m sorry about the link problems.
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Thank you so much for your response to my poetry.
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Thank you so much for responding to my poem.
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Thanks for reading my poetry.
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