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Frost and Flame
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Frost and Flame The lady wandered wandered over the hills, despite the ice and snow Deprived of concentration, her soul strayed in limbo Her destination, nameless, footprints without a path Her thoughts obtuse and frameless, no happiness or wrath The air was coldy bitter, the wind just like a sword Advanced upon her cruely, an Artic crazed warlord And still she ventured forward, tho she did not care why She walked as one lost in a trance, a soul drugged and shanghied At times her thoughts translucent, at others dim and grey Her life was like a novel, a thesis, or essay Did her hand guide the stylus? Did she direct the plot? It seems the T's were never crossed, the I's were left undot I know somehow I'll get there. The way is strait ahead. If I had flight against this storm, I'd soar with wings widespread But now I'm just so tired, and all I want is peace The snow beat down, against her face, from weather's fierce caprice Despite the snow, she saw a shape, that flickered with a light A golden glow, so out of place....... a prank of her eyesight? Onward she advanced, the beacon brighter now Her instinct for survival, a silent, prayer, a vow Like two armies on the field, they both advanced onward A feline curiosity, that needed to be cured Will I be safe? Can I be sure? Was now her silent prayer The light was now a sunrise, the end to her nightmare And then the flame reached towards her, and she did not feel fright A man with fire in his eyes, his body all alight His hand felt like a blanket, so soft and warm and safe Familiar, and yet so strange, a comfort to a waif He lifted her, then held her close, this woman of the snow And rocked her like a new born babe, and kissed her brow so slow Then put his hand upon her heart, and felt its steady beat And knew the storm, was vanquished, as winds wailed in defeat He held this lost survior, and thawed her frosty heart Then filled her soul with melody, like music from Mozart And carried her across the drifts, to sanctuary's lodge The winds had lost its vigor, its fury and barrage The man of flame was patience, the man of flame was love A bringer of compassion, devoted soul above He revived her commitment, she florished in his light And relit, old embers cold, still there, but out of sight LADY ANITA 5/21/01

Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)

Reviewed on October 28, 2003

Now, THIS I love! I have always admired poetry with a strong aboriginal flair.

Only one small prob.

framless,

is spelled, "frameless".

I suspect it's just a typo! :) :) :)

Richard Vallance

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on September 29, 2003

Outstanding.This is so enthraling. Love it.
~Chrissie

Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on September 28, 2003

wow. The way you maintain the story and the rhyme and meter as well. Truly impressive. I became a student of you from the very beginning of this piece.

Adam

Reviewed by Wahya Tsgwisdi

Reviewed on February 6, 2003

Absolutely WELL DONE!! I was with her every step of the way.

Reviewed by Victoria Murray

Reviewed on February 1, 2003

Very, very nice!

Hugs,
Victoria