Brrr!
The ice goddess Shiva
Creeps slowly across the town
Stalks through the semi-sphere
in her moonlit gown
She spreads a thin duvet of frost
On a surface that’s now lost
She makes not a sound
Stealth’s silently across the half lit ground
Evolving and creeping
like thick blood weeping
weaving back and forth
Jerking slow in thick lotion
like a tidal surge in slow motion
As if the land was covered
in a wizard’s potion
Waving her hands
Across the lands
Scattering cold glass mixed with
florescent white sands
Trees heavy with frozen dew
Bend forward like parishioners
Kneeling on old church pews
Telegraph poles like staligmites
Stand fast like rods of molten ice
Pylons crackle yellow and blue
Spitting their discharges at me and you
The moon’s aurora
Beckons to Shiva
To help light up this icy fever
The night light reflects
the ice laden maiden
As she weaves forth
her vast intoxication
Drunk with madness
The rivers ices over
Stars in the sky seem to shine
super nova
Later Helios rises
Moves gently over the curve
His beams start to break
The cold-war starts to turn
Shiva is sucked back
Into the atmospheric plume
Rising slowly upwards
Like a helium filled balloon
The day is restored
But for this non-accord
The gods Shiva and Helios
create this discord
This constant battle
Between ice and sun
Means that there will always be
This oxymoron
Tony WCM serving the Charente and Dordogne Borders