
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 23rd, 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

Here your passionate spirit shines. Excellent.
Sheila
Régis
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Georg