For frost to invite

For frost to invite

17-18 January 2024

Courtesy deviantart.com

Winter fell

over my bare arms

chilled unions

meant to quell

It released its extrusions

ornate frills and charms



My heart stilled

time bomb in my bones

The future 

that it hones

a small ice age to nurture

frozen times distilled



I jump hoops

within rigid plains

Weather scoops

my remains

I am painted icy white

for frost to invite


Reading of the poem:

Natacha Atlas | Maktub |