What a totally unique view. So many gems within these lines and a spectacular last line.
I loved the words 'duvet-drifted' What a visual!
Chanti

Eskimos also have no word for 'art' of which this is. Scrimshaw and scotch, whalebone on the rocks, Kate, carve me out a double, I'll whittle away, carving out a soapstone lamp for my love, rub noses at the height of the sawtooth moss wick floating in the melted whale blubber...cathartic scribe, Kate.

Sage

Dear Kate,

It seems to me that Love is all these things you've described and more. Kudos to the Eskimos and to you too dear friend!

Love & Light,
Joseph

Kate! I am breathless!!!
Nothing short of a work of genius here, both in thought provoking
phrases and mental images.
You are something else, Lady London. I know you are not 'from'
London, but it sounded good. Hee hee.
Hugs

Your writing improves with each description you share with us. Love the orginality of this one!

You've left Tink's speechless again Mizz MP LOl, actually this nearly left me the in the same state but I've always got something to say...and er...mmmm...errrr. Eskimo, 'Scotch on the Rocks', slips, gets knocks. Paul, 'Vodka coke',gets drunk, naked in socks, lololol Omg...the thought! eww! Putting that image quickly aside... and in total contrast, this is a wonderfully visual, and superbly expressed gem, it has a comforting effect on me, and makes me want to fall into the softness of the poem...mmmm...No, I haven't been drinking lol! Top Notch! Kate.

Paul;-)
me, get ticket for choo, choo, soon. LOL See Ya! soon.

Your single word depicts the blessings we can receive from
snow,and like all things created by our beneficent Creator,
has more than one function. Excellent poem!

Oh that's so Lexeme lol Great poetry Kate.
I think it's gorgeous.

Kate,

Luxurious are your beautiful words...thank you. This is gorgeous poetry!

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

Kate

You have unimaginable power with words, that verge on a Messianic
impetus...
I have watched you grow and become the complete writer in the Den, over the years..
I am impressed with your progress and diligence to the job in hand !

Peter

what incredible imagery!!!! this is one of my favorites that you have written, Kate...

Susan

"or duvet-drifted, camouflaging heart".

This is a perfect difinition of snow for me with the senses reversed. The duvet is warming, cloud-like and just as snow drifts that they resemble...snow is white. I've tasted it with my tongue, felt it with my nose....extreme.

Susan

Quite an imagery rich poem, Kate, and I best dust off my snow parka, it won't be long before it's back.

PS I once had a girlfriend named Lexeme. She thought I was Dull. We didn't last very long.

Oh Sweet Kate this is magical and I do so love the snow, I may grumble if it goes on for too long but to see the purity of that first blanket of snow each winter it is like the world and all that is on it is brand new.
Fee

A hodgepodge of . . . incomplete sentences still makee for interesting reading . . .

In this sweltering heat I found this write most refreshing.

Scotch on the rocks?? Is that the same thing as a Bourbon on ice?...

Hmmmm... Love in meltdown... now there's a thought...

"An Englishman, an Irishman, a Welshman, a Scotsman, a Priest, a Rabbi and an Ayatollah walked into a bar... The barman looked up and said 'Is this some kind of joke??!!'"

Ah boys... sadly I am beginning to think it is... :(( K xx

This one shows how pure and clean a brief poem can be composed.
May I ask you to suggest few places where I might slip this word into cconversation? I like it! - Bill

Their love is in meltdown, sadly...

Crisp, clear and refreshing imagery...

Do eskimos have scotch on the rocks?