Photo by böhringer friedrich
Lengths
By Karin Webb
The sweater yarn unravels
Broken skin peels down purple, dying off
Tears fall fast
Rolling toward winter
But this is not known snow
The cruel arctic village arising from nowhere discernable
Ending beyond visible
Springs up fast at my feet
A palace made for the Snow Queen herself
Invisible prison to lovers
The last stop most hearts will make
Cruel arctic village
Wound ‘round thick with thorns
Snags
Catches
Reaches for me as I pass
Grabs my strings
Decimating decency
Left bare
Shredded
Unprotected
I am gasping lungs of ice
Omnipotent Powers of Love and War cast their die, laughing
Square edges tumble toward stillness
Facing the frozen wind
I summon my entire weight in chi
Scream
Ground
Voice my cause to limitless chaos
Claim the Queen’s glassy-eyed guest beyond the gate
My stiff white knuckles rattle its make
Even faced off so unevenly
I will not choice to end
To Breath and Being,
~ Karin
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