Ice Dragons

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 Weekly Scribblings #46

Poets and Storytellers United

Oh, dear...   I really meant to write more of an upbeat holiday poem, but it took a different turn and wouldn't come back.  Words do that.  Still, the narrator is remembering happy times, so there is that.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

The shifting  of the Yule log

breaks the silence of the room,

recalls me to the past,

the last Christmas spent with you.

 

Uninvited memories

I should have locked away,

spark and reignite emotions,

fan the flames within my heart.

 

Snowy walks together

hand in gloved clad hand,

we puffed frozen fire,

breath of the Ice Dragons.

 

Eyelashes frosted, noses numb,

we returned laughing to the house

to sit before this once warm hearth

to plan our bright New Year…

 

…which never came for you.

I sit alone before the embers now,

searching for remembrance in the coals,

until I fall into a restless slumber.

 

I wouldn’t trade that day for aught,

although my heart burns still

with grief so hot it never will

be extinguished,

 

even by an Ice Dragon.  

 

©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 

 

Comments

  1. Magical Mystical TeacherNovember 18, 2020 at 8:13 AM

    Some memories, no matter how painful, we just don't want to let go of. Nothing wrong with that, I think. They keep coming back to us as reminders that we are not there, but here. And for that, we can celebrate.

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    1. LisaNovember 18, 2020 at 8:09 PM

      That's true. I suppose we don't really want to completely forget, even if the words of Christina Rossetti in her poem "Remember" are some of my favorites. It ends,
      "Better by far you should forget and smile
      Than that you should remember and be sad."

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  2. HelenNovember 18, 2020 at 9:02 AM

    Oh my, this tugged at my heartstrings for sure .... beautifully composed, beautifully rendered.

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  3. indybevNovember 18, 2020 at 11:21 AM

    A golden memory to assuage the pain of loss. Well penned!

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  4. rallentandaNovember 18, 2020 at 5:29 PM

    A beautiful poem of grief and loss... Hugs !

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  5. grapelingNovember 19, 2020 at 1:26 AM

    grief is the never ending ember ~

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    1. LisaNovember 20, 2020 at 10:32 AM

      True, and you put it so poetically! Perhaps you can use that!

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  6. RommyNovember 19, 2020 at 4:09 AM

    The sweet imagery makes the pain of the loss that much sharper at the end. It's a very touching piece.

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  7. Ron.November 19, 2020 at 5:02 AM

    Masterfully delivered, Lisa. Frozen fire breath from Ice dragons...awesome imagery. Now I have to get up off the floor. Thanks a bunch.

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  8. purplepeninportland.comNovember 21, 2020 at 3:10 PM

    I like the ice dragons in this, Lisa. So sad to recall, but an ember memory.

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    1. LisaNovember 22, 2020 at 8:20 AM

      Thank you. I like that phrase, and "ember memory."

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  9. JennaNovember 22, 2020 at 9:41 PM

    I like this. <3

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