Something Amiss


’72 Vintage ANSEL ADAMS Icicles Ice Stalagmites Frozen Nature Photo

Frozen mid drip,
knocked from mother’s hip,
a wild child icicle
unpredictably spirited
rippling spike.
A spontaneous medieval pike
of childhood bliss:
unicorn, fairy wand,
silver carrot,
pointed finger of the witch.
Doorway crystals,
light-filled imaginings
frozen mid drip.
This warm January,
something amiss.


d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #168~44 Words on “Ice”

43 comments

  1. Something’s amiss. Today with climat change happening, guess one has to say that.

    I enjoyed the music video. Reminded me, i was distracted while writing up my post, i had intended to add a music video. I went in edited and included it.

    Happy you dropped by my blog.

    Much❤love

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  2. A delightful icicle quadrille! I particularly like the ‘wild child icicle’, the ‘spontaneous medieval pike of childhood bliss’ and the list of all the things it can be.

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    • Thank you so much, Kim. We did have such a great time with the icicles. I hope to see my two enjoying them before the winter is over. I really liked the intro image, too. Maybe one to return to, sometime.

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  3. This is crazy cool — language and imagery. I have seen some of the most gorgeous mid-air ice sculptures fall from a dripping faucet.

    I especially like your opening lines.

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    • Thank you, Mish. It’s the busiest week ever. Okay, I might be exaggerating, but it sure feels that way. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to your response. I enjoyed Monday Night’s icecapades.

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