The Winter Room

The light sweeps the room with its bluish breath;
the dying of another day slips quietly
into the barren soil and the world sleeps
beneath the heavy lids of night

where bare branches scrape window panes
begging for a warmth they once knew,
and the air snaps in the wind of invisible flags
holding vigil above the dead earth.

The moon is frozen in the darkest of voids
while I armor myself in flannel and burrow
under turrets of down determined to
keep the hollowness from swallowing me.

I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair
even though its reach is long and deep.
My heart flutters like a dying moth
caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame.

I hum a haunting lullaby softly to ward off
the bleakness that seeps into my soul waiting
for dawn to untie the double-knotted doubts
that tie me tight to the winter room.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the words and thoughts in the poetry.
"I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair
even though its reach is long and deep.
My heart flutters like a dying moth
caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame.I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair even though its reach is long and deep. My heart flutters like a dying moth caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame."
The above lines. Wonderful use of description. Thank you dear friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Coyote. This piece was written from a very deep place. Thank you for cap
turing that.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing write and you are welcome my friend.

[MsJewel]

Wow...the images you have created are so vivid...so real..It is impossible to pick my favorite line...your words are so well chosen..absolutely brilliant.

:) Julie

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much Julie.

[Beccy]

So well written; this has a timeless,classic feel that only the very best of poetry ever does. I was enthralled from first line to last, how well you describe that 'winter room' of the mind.

Beccy.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Beccy. I love your "winter room of the mind."

[NoelHC]

This took me back to visits on my grandparents' farm, the house heated with a wood stove, the kitchen warm, the bedroom so cold, I burrowed deep, and struggled to stay warm. Beautiful.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much and I'm so happy you could make a connection to it.

[NoelHC]

That is what I usually look for in a poem, a connection, an emotion, something that reaches me. I wouldn't know an iambic pentameter if it jumped up and slapped me, but I know what I like!

[Joa]

I was going to quote a phrase from this, to show my fav one. Yet, I was favoring them all. This is exactly the kind of thing that i like to read. Visual, easy on the eyes and brain, thoroughly engrossing to me.... Well done.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much. I am sorry I missed your comment. I apologize for the delay in replying.

[NeiL ArandA]

I'm a bit slow here BlueIce...You sounds like you have existed Eons away... Its too overwhelmingly deep. Its really beautiful to even comprehend it. Its like a close encounter of the Third Kind ...:)

[icelandicblue]

Frankly, I could read your fine compliments all day long. I thank you so much for reading and responding to so many of my poems.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Enchanting metaphors giving me a vivid picture of what the speaker "sees" and "feels". The thoughts are somewhat personal but the emotions seep right into me. Excellent. :)

[icelandicblue]

This was definitely personal as I suppose most poetry is. Thank you so much Blue for commenting.

[Matt Sayer]

So dark, yet so enthralling. You have such a talent for intriguing and powerful metaphors, and the scene simply blossoms in my mind as I read. A special mention to the line 'while I armour myself in flannel and burrow under turrets of down', because that is just utterly sublime in conveying action and emotion with short, sharp strikes.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Mark for that insightful and enthusiastic review. A writer can ask no more. Thanks again.

[Einstein Noodle]

surviving the cold room ... the nose peeks first from the burrow and disappears twice as fast ... i'm not getting up ... make the world go away :)
E.

[icelandicblue]

That is exactly right Einstein- there are too times when it's just too cold to step into the fray.

[Aethereal]

You expressed in beautiful detail the mood that most of us experience as we each descend into the “Winter of our discontent”. A lullaby helps as we cocoon under our warm blankets where we dream of Spring.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for your comment Aethereal. I am happy that you found this one.