Icy Omen

Beneath icy stalactites
youth catches the first whiffs
of love…merges with a kiss

An icicle drops
startles the pair
their euphoria
broken – an omen?

Prelude to love’s
fickle nature…
How coldly lust
looks away…?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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