November Poem-A-Day, prompt for Day 3 – Write a poem that scares 🙂
What is that coldness I feel?
Is it the frost outside?
Or the empty empire of anger,
tapping bony fingers
to get access and reap
what is left inside?
© soulmary
scare me!
Tag: scare
small stone for 6th Jan
Well, I must admit it was a whole different day today. My contribution to the River of Stones:
“Six-hours ride through a country so sundry. Snow equals scare, skidding on the road, beware. Tree tops heavy and large with their fresh white caps. Fields in fascinating fashion keep quite, lying under their shabby quilt of white dust and memories past.”
© 2012 Mariya Koleva