--

Frost surfaced her skin,

a layer of ice moulded into

a broken statue.

She stood still,

trapped inside a lake

swimming with burning flames -

flames that tangled ashen limbs

and dared to melt the ice that

kept her sheltered.

An eternal light from her heart,

ignited an initial spark,

but the sea of eyes taunting her

into seclusion seemed to

drown out her escape.

The ice was too cold -

too frozen in place -

to break.

She was to make a home

of the lake.

--

 

This poem was originally published on my personal blog: https://mymindspeaksaloud.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/lake/

 

Published by Alice K. Davies