Ice Breaker

Peacock Poetry

I wrote the following poem on a chilly old day a few months ago when I was missing my Dad a lot. It makes me feel physically cold to re-read the first part of the poem and then, as is always the case when thinking about Dad, the warmth returns towards the end. Dad’s love really is a radiator for the soul!

Defrosting

There is an icy cavern

Where winter does not break

A frozen bleak-blue chasm

Where I feel half-awake

My heart snows with the missing

I’m chilled right to the bone

My tear-filled eyes may glisten

but I feel cold as stone

You were the very reason

You were the dawning sun

Now I’m stuck in a season

By cobwebs my soul’s spun

Yet underneath the fragments

Of desolate despair

There is a warmth less stagnant

I know that you’re still there

My moments, yes I have them

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