Tag: cold
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Brumal Hymns
We left a fire reduced to ashes Clumps of crumpled gift wrapping, snapped crackers Half-finished wine glasses, Santa’s gifts of biscuits and Guinness on the windowsill The good silver, the fine china, the piano’s white keys shining with recent touch The musk of gaiety, the carols seeming to linger beyond the singer Ah, the fates…
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Rising ice age
More mistresses than the busy river has fishers More bitches than the ice caps have fissures And inuits getting fingered in igloos, har-poon Made friends with a walrus, use his tusks to open tins Land of frost, black toes the cost, smell of rot Neverhot sun blinding, everwinter ragnarok reminding So cold even my mind…
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Winter criminal
No need of a bally anymore No new CVs in Templemore Peeling season upbraiding Henge vengeful Door to dark nebulae Raised in dawn ages In hate’s mist wraithed Sore-cheeked queen reigning, breath razor’d Climes brumal, brutal inclemency encrystals Galilean glassed voluminous, sinking vessels Fatal night to be homeless, Gelid flaying aeons of ice replaying Direwolves…
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Cave Fire Respite Anxious About Sabretooths
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