#13


ice queen

"i'm so cold" my mother said
"come warm me
"there's a lady in the room"
when i arrived
at the small spanish apartment
with white roses in the front
my mother was all jutting bones
in her little pink pajamas
i tried to thaw her
i didn't see the ice queen
but i knew she was there
watching us
taloned fingers long as hands
skin a silver blue
and her touch a burn
punishment
like i used to feel
sticking my tongue into the ice tray as a child
i didn't beg my mom to stay
i sat beside her as the day turned gold then gray
then black
through the shut windows
"i love you" we said, again and again
all we had left
all there was that mattered
it did not melt the queen
her gray eyes were pools of frost
black lake of something
waiting underneath
it did not make her leave
but when my mother finally smiled and took her hand
someone else arrived
in that dim and musty room
someone my mother recognized
someone she'd been waiting
a quarter century to join
someone who had once been
fire











Comments

  • Imogen Wednesday, 05 September 2012

    I love this part a reptile slithering around with...

    I love this parta reptileslithering around with all thisknowledge, with all thesesecrets someone eat this goddamn apple already

  • Imogen Wednesday, 05 September 2012

    This one is beautiful, the last four lines especia...

    This one is beautiful, the last four lines especially.

  • Ashley Elizabeth Monday, 03 September 2012

    Crimson is the color of my blood that the ice quee...

    Crimson is the color of my blood that the ice queen wants to take from me she wants to remove my sadness and give me something special insteadI think it's Turkish delight but all that isis fantasy and I cannot breathebecause, is it, getting colder in here? My blood is white, dripping with ice crystalsin front of hermy queen dangling my sadness in front of melike it's hers to take away.

  • Jessa Marie Sunday, 02 September 2012

    13. shattered sometimes i feel so shattered a str...

    13. shatteredsometimes i feel so shattereda strange mixture ofsharp, thin fragments of ice andmortar(plaster and the ashes of bones)i feel coldall the blood has escaped my veins and i ama reptileslithering around with all thisknowledge, with all thesesecrets someone eat this goddamn apple already(eve was just trying to help a sister out)my imagination is the result ofsteely knives and coffinscigarette smoke and anguished wailsprayer candlesthis is the thing:the first act of violence committed against mewas the murder of my fatherat the hands of a cold cruel womana demon in a flesh suitplain and simplethe knife an extension of the steelin her veinsmen have hurtme have held me hitmehow do i say this in a way that makessense makes youunderstandmen and women are equal to me oneis not more powerful than the other justbecause of a sex organthere are gentle men thereare vile womenmisogyny underestimatesmisogyny wears a dunce cap and is so happyeveryone is laughing with itwomen can be misogynistsmen can be feminists they are states of mind of being we can all be human we canall be heroes villains citizens monstersyou fear powerso do i sometimesthe power of selfafraid of offending with mybrilliance this is what thepatriarchy does to young girls whobecome fractured women.

  • Imogen Saturday, 01 September 2012

    Snow, ice, burn, kiss. Dear you, the you in my Po...

    Snow, ice, burn, kiss.Dear you, the you in myPoems, the you who's name I don't speakThe you too beautiful for me. We are fire signs, you and I, the archerWho Lives amongst the stars,Passionate, sometimes caught in between,A little tactless, but a fire inside.Your song was an arrow into my heartAnd I was fire inside.I saw the girl you talked to before the show.Her hair as white as snow, her long slim legsIn expensive jeans, her cold blue eyes that said"you will never beAs beautiful as me".I watched you lean into her.You kissed my cheek the last timeWe were together, we drank From theSame bottleYou remembered You remembered What I asked you last time,Our email conversation,But you never looked at meLike you look at thatGirl in the barBefore the show.I don't have her hairAs white as snow, her icy smile,Her expensive jeans, herLong legs, she doesn't haveAn arrow in her heart, She doesn't burn.She doesn't burn, but I don't thinkYou kissed her cheek

  • Exitonpch Friday, 31 August 2012

    Foundations Let me be clear as cliche' - when...

    FoundationsLet me be clearas cliche' - when men hear Ice Queenthe rest of the sentence might as well be poured concretein which, once set, nothing moves.I'll wager it's lack of imagination,squelched curiosity, fearthat our petty candlesare inadequate to properly stoke her firesince too often we're confusingsex for passionand that her lack of interesthas nothing to do with usbut is her general state of beingunsolvable for eternity.That might bewhy we clothe her in shards and epithetshex her sisters into agreement with our incantationsand then seek out softer earththan the ones with strong foundations.

  • francescalia Friday, 31 August 2012

    for some reason blogger has deleted two poems by t...

    for some reason blogger has deleted two poems by two of my favorite poets since we began this. if your comment is deleted please contact me. sorry for any blogger freak outs flb

  • Krista Thursday, 30 August 2012

    it is not her icy stare that freezes my tongue and...

    it is not her icy starethat freezes my tongueand my thoughts,prevents me fromcalling for helpi stare at my feet in shamei have no ill will toward her most of the timeif only my heart were warmer,my blood hotter,i could melt the icicle collarno one sees tighteningaround my throat

  • Lulu Rose Thursday, 30 August 2012

    xox beautiful!

    xox beautiful!

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