Ice Age
By onemorething
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At night a wind sings its warnings,
unhindered, still, the moon, a searchlight,
discovers your hiding place
on sprawl of wedding gown of snow,
my feelings fossilised in permafrost
for all the other men defeated on approach,
pierced by a hollow of coldness, horizonless
ice age, this glaciation holds you lost
in treeless tundra, without map or reference,
what arctic hare or polar bear have seen and know
of hot spray of blood; the brutishness that here
measures success or failure only in each moment -
the jag of it, before you too join bodies buried
under the whiteness, beneath the silence.
Image from pixabay
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your last one feel/read like you're trying something different. If you're going to use wind etc with no article the/a/this/that etc. maybe try capitalising them, sometimes no article makes it harder to read and detracts from the beautiful image (wedding gown of snow cover)
At night Wind sings its warnings,
unhindered, still, Moon, a searchlight,
discovers your hiding place
on the sprawl of a wedding gown of snow cover,
not sure you need cover after snow.
Very interesting though.
best
Ewan
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