December 2022/Icebound

gravel roads follow
me, my feet covered
in ice, blinding wind
blankets the sky, eyes
immersed in elsewhere—

clouds waver
the horizon, wisps
of images scatter
me moonfaced
across the dark window—

I am beyond
ripe for picking, afraid
of falling into the midst
of an isolated
silence, stuck in solitude–

waiting for a pinprick
of light to gather
me in, a reminder
of what lies
fallow, waiting—

not growing yet, but
hushed, all aquiver, molecules
cocooned inside
themselves, waiting,
dancing wildly—

layers shifting, waiting
to become repatterned, re
arranged over and under,
waiting—this is the way
of healing, beginning, return

For December, where Brendan at earthweal has asked us to consider The Witch of Winter.

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27 responses to “December 2022/Icebound”

  1. D. Wallace Peach says :

    I love this one, Kerfe. There’s a marvelous sense of anticipation aquiver below the ice. I could feel the pending excitement.

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  2. Ingrid says :

    There is always a pinprick of light to point the way…

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  3. robertawrites235681907 says :

    Hi Kerfe, this is a very optimistic poem. Lovely.

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  4. Teagan Riordain Geneviene says :

    What a gorgeous poem! I loved idea of molecules quivering and dancing wildly. The art is perfect for the poem too. Hugs

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  5. Solitaire says :

    There a ripple in the flow of ice and it grips you as the words unfold…

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  6. Claudia McGill says :

    I love the line about being beyond ripe for picking.

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  7. Truedessa says :

    A pinprick of light is sometimes all that is needed. Re-patterning the way of healing.

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  8. Sherry Marr says :

    I love the image “me moonfaced across the dark window”. I can feel the dark, the cold. It is a time of turning inward, to heal from the year’s events and be ready to welcome spring.

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  9. Brendan says :

    Some go mad under such conditions — light deprivation alone is deranging to some — but as Freud put it, artists dive where the mad drown. And there are such riches to be found in this winter solitude.

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  10. Sunra Rainz says :

    Lovely poem, K. It somehow gave me the cosy feels even though its temperature is cold. The third stanza really stood out for me particularly but the last stanza too is striking 🙂

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  11. sunhesper says :

    “eyes / immersed in elsewhere” is the best. It beautifully captures the moment I was enjoying during yesterday’s snowstorm here. I love entering that space, especially when I visit the lake where everything feels so vast, and finding that world between memory and perception and premonition. I grew up playing “the winter witch” at a different lake, and it’s interesting how different yet similar it feels. There are usually various water birds and other beasts (if I’m lucky there’s a muskrat) that I rarely noticed as a child but now seem to serve as psychopomps. And then the witch comes home and has to shovel the sidewalk. But somehow the magic remains. 😉

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  12. msjadeli says :

    You were sensing the change a month ago… How did you make those squares of paper??

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