"tundra" poems - Hello Poetry

Cold, blue, wet, fragile, brittle, hard, steam solidified, water hardened, anger, fear, white, tensile, steam solidified, water hardened; you lie in her wintered veins. why? "If she's awake, I'll **** you." staccato words spoken like a knife blade thrown... ...with malice and intent. Her father's voice from the bedroom next door no sound of her mother. The female child cowered under her candy-striped sheets their usual soft comfort unnoticed footsteps door handle moving light seeping into her sanctuary her heart thudded trying to escape her chest as she held her breath. "Please, please don't hear me." a silent plea as fear snatched her in its icy grip. She could smell him smell the cigarettes smell his power. She waited. He backed out returned to her mother between her heartbeats she heard the slap "You are lucky this time, ***** She sleeps." Heavy footsteps down the stairs punctuated by her mother's tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The girl child had only ever blamed her mother decades of anger and bitterness the memory of this night buried deep. Crazed hard ice beneath the tundra of her life. In the third decade of the girl child's life her mother died alone never forgiven for what she hadn't done nor for what she had. The ice remained in the girl child's veins If anything, thicker...harder. Then in her fifth decade this ice became water as with the passage of life the tundra thawed and rising with it to the surface the truth. Then what? The girl child worked hard at staying warm at keeping the ice at bay. Not easy. Nothing was ever said to her father. In her sixth decade the girl child's father died embraced in his daughter's arms forgiven for what he had done and for what he hadn't. The woman had finally thawed she was properly warm her own love finally able to flow

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC

jacqueline-le-sueur

ice

Cold, blue, wet, fragile, brittle, hard, steam solidified, water hardened, anger, fear, white, tensile, steam solidified, water hardened; you lie in her wintered veins. why? "If she's awake, I'll **** you." staccato words spoken like a knife blade thrown... ...with malice and intent. Her father's voice from the bedroom next door no sound of her mother. The female child cowered under her candy-striped sheets their usual soft comfort unnoticed footsteps door handle moving light seeping into her sanctuary her heart thudded trying to escape her chest as she held her breath. "Please, please don't hear me." a silent plea as fear snatched her in its icy grip. She could smell him smell the cigarettes smell his power. She waited. He backed out returned to her mother between her heartbeats she heard the slap "You are lucky this time, ***** She sleeps." Heavy footsteps down the stairs punctuated by her mother's tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The girl child had only ever blamed her mother decades of anger and bitterness the memory of this night buried deep. Crazed hard ice beneath the tundra of her life. In the third decade of the girl child's life her mother died alone never forgiven for what she hadn't done nor for what she had. The ice remained in the girl child's veins If anything, thicker...harder. Then in her fifth decade this ice became water as with the passage of life the tundra thawed and rising with it to the surface the truth. Then what? The girl child worked hard at staying warm at keeping the ice at bay. Not easy. Nothing was ever said to her father. In her sixth decade the girl child's father died embraced in his daughter's arms forgiven for what he had done and for what he hadn't. The woman had finally thawed she was properly warm her own love finally able to flow