Here, everything is preserved in time.
The landscape frozen
in its final expression.
Caves gape at some distant surprise
where cornflower skies kiss sapphire seas,
time after time.
Icicles drip over the cliff’s edge
like the cascading crystalline hair
of a slumbering, frozen
Ice Queen who cares for
naught but her beauty sleep.
And a tender glowing expression.
I’m just about getting this in before the link closes!
Written for dVerse Poets Pub open link night. I missed the chance to post on Amaya’s Cascade challenge earlier this week so getting a two in one. It’s not in the exact form, but learned a lot in the process!
Images from hideawayreport.com (1) and wildfoottravel.com (2)