Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Invernal White

Icy shapes were happy houses
for silhouettes of living seeds
golden nuggets a poor man dowses
but mistrals spoilt with cruel deeds.

Clouds turn, watching the cover girl
necks crack around a playful twirl
Chione flaunts her nacreous frock
runway held hostage by misty airlock.

Keepers of north winds in their curls
Kalaïs and Zetes using twin spurs
trigger the sky vault hailstones to bawl
promptly, heeding their father's call.

Glassblower makes shapes
realistic ice statues
via atomic freeze dry quakes
appointed consanguineous.

Craftsperson's frozen breath
old as time and space
earth enwreathed with death
moisture reforms to icy glaze.

Canny veteran shrouded in fog
frown lines amid cirrus brows
pinches frostbitten mortal jowls
crystals forming on the weather frog.

Wispy white locks in cyan scope
wise head doing a hair flip
creation turns into a snow globe
establishing old premiership.

Tiny bits keep falling
his geometric dandruff
shivers start crawling
down the spine, cut gruff.

They go by snowflakes
frenetic dance freezing lakes
ballerinas in white tutus
fractal curves entice incubus.

Glissade and assemblé
stretch and straighten in plié
sleekly so in extempore
rage blizzards of penury.

Tiptoeing on chilly ether
glissade, assemblé and plié
choreography by a bolshoi-maître
glissade, jeté, pas de bourrée.

Boreas spectates atop his throne
subzero temperatures' ballet
nature caught up in this cyclone
her pulse stops by fifth plié.

Cold-hearted Father Frost
gives a standing ovation
for the curtain call of holocaust
echoes create avalanche occasion.

The winged brothers' second act
mummified hills lain ice-capped
survivors' coup de grâce
belated hail pelting en masse.

Kindly, rain of icicle arrows
homed in on Achilles' heels
those tired of cyclic fallows
cash in invernal white's wheals.

While food runs out
the hopeful hibernate
through winter shakeout
life to reactivate.

Until this cold snap round abates
mother bears sleep with their cubs
under bat clusters on cave architraves
and whip-poor-wills torpor-fall in shrubs.

Glory be to the yellow star!
Solar winds thaw the bell jar
Zephyrus files a counterclaim
despot's billowing cloak aflame
snowdrops end a Hyperborean reign.

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