Wow...deep and dreary.

Chrissy

Somber reflections Tania, and yet sometimes there are good reason to bury thing deep, and hope they don't thaw, the wrotten flesh, the smell,your friends holding their noses, you know what I mean. A good, well worded lingering thought! Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Trapped beneath the thaw...that some might call a grave?

Temporarily trapped for sure until fully thawed. Don't want the ice to melt do we? Best if the ground stayed frozen; don't want to have all that is hidden beneath unleashed and exposed naked for all to gawp at? Nah! Such nakedness of mind and soul is a frightening thought indeed.

Yeah, let's call this mound of memories and experiences - at least the negative ones - a grave, a fathomless one, sealed permanently.

Evocative words, hen.

Cheerie
Dai

England is underneath you...
Last stanza says quite a lot...

I've lived a hundred winters
And skipped a hundred falls
My spirit's in an ice cave
Trapped beneath the thaw

I've wondered where you disappeared to, Queenie - and now, I know!

Truly unique and that is a rarity. I loved the "lightness" of the gothic . . . And yes, there is such a thing . . . You just proved it . . .

EErily good write that Poe himself would have been proud of if it were one of his. Unique and approrpos for this season.


fee

Anita,

Chilling to say the least. Feeling trapped between two worlds. I love your excellent poetry. Bless You Always, Paul.

Fascinating tale of horror at its best.....

Be safe,
Karen

Gothic at its best! Par excellence A Pax!


Love,
ET

Oh, my...perfect for the season, Lady A. I'd be afraid to look, after moldering all that time LOL Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

a lovely write-i truly enjoyed it

Pure poetry very well done.

You rock with everything you put your mind to and all of us get to explore your thoughts with you. It's a huge honor knowing you Anita!
love,
Susan