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White Ice by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse Wednesday, December 23, 2009 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan Curves with inlay sculpt like a woman...
border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm317/vickiemccolley/_DSC4984.jpg" "Photobucket" /> White Ice She found the concealed passions; Speaking to her restless soul… I was building a totem at the time; The pagan fire brought indoors… Winter solstice brought snowfall; My hearth is sandalwood redbrick with a 7’ mahogany shelf mantle… Curves with inlay sculpt like a woman. Masonry set within charcoal grey, stretching entrance across the wall, like thighs spread for hungered lovers… My totem of wood I kindled with emotion; I used my heart to build my fireside flames- Scrap papers from my poetic manuscripts; Never waste the elements offered… I gave back to my impassioned muse; And the fire grew hot… dancing scarlet’s; Crimson’s orange blaze…within sapphire hues… Yellow’s gold licking white ice… …My fire burns (Written: December 23^rd, 2009 7:07 a/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Embraced ~ Embrassé poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm317/vickiemccolley/starlings_mccolley.jpg" "Photobucket" />

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Reviewed by Sheila Roy	12/28/2009

Vickie, Here your passionate spirit shines. Excellent. Sheila




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	12/27/2009

C'est tr�s bien fait, Vickie; et j'aime aussi beaucoup tes photos. Bises de moi, R�gis




Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater	12/23/2009

The coolest metaphor! It's inside the pod! Swelling up to Poster Print size and tack it above the hearth! It's good to see those starlings so fat...group survival and healing fires melt the thighs...what's above will never see White Ice, that place just below the navel ring of Pagan fires...warm desires. Sage




Reviewed by Liana Margiva	12/23/2009

' I used my heart to build my fireside'...------ I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva




Reviewed by D. Vaineo	12/23/2009

Vickie, The 'heat' rises from this poem, "yellow's gold licking white ice... ...My fire burns" You are 'bad' and that is good! DeB




Reviewed by L. Figgins	12/23/2009

You've chased the chill from this cold winter's morn. Fantastic scene setting and the imagery rocks! I like the line "...pagan fire brought indoors". Past and present intersecting. Fine work, Victoria. Blessings...Lin




Reviewed by Georg Mateos	12/23/2009

Never ice was felt so warm! Georg




Reviewed by Joyce Bell	12/23/2009

AS ALWAYS YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF SO WELL AND ALWAYS SOLIDLY SUPPORT YOUR THEME. B-R-R-R-R! THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU AND YOURS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS