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Yenson
Poems
Nov 2019
chill white-walkers....
Winter is coming
and in faded light the white-walkers cry
the drifts are in the drift of things melting
without substance and core agog-ed in chilled flippancy
heads hung in drivel they cast aimless spells in gauze satin
Shapeshifting maiden sacrificed to appease the white walls of pain
inchoate minds drums and beat hides in soundless menace and sins
the salt goddesses pine for fire logs within caves and stallions to ride
feeble and ungainly the white-walkers hurl spittle and bile in rancour
the lickers are licked in mind body and soul in chaste snow-blindness
the black knight in amour an ermine brandishes the sword of swords
and burns the hottest of flames in a kiln so rare and fine
all around the hot air of squawking swirls to nothing
the drifts of drifts hankers in igloos fermenting
winter is coming
Written by
Yenson
M/London
(M/London)
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Christine Ely
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