Briefly a snowflake

What it is to be a snowflake forming in a cloud.

Words come later 

First 

Pressure pushing,

from centre growing…

Inward contracted,

outward flowing

Sound “crs, ssst, shhh”

Jerky, awkward.

Shift side.

I point 

frosted finger…

rotate.

Tumble softly.

Arms adding,

unfold, grow.

Whoever has felt a snowflake form?

A duchess construct,

compressed, her corsets, 

bedecked all diamonds,

pain is beauty.

Sharply gloved,

draped with lace, 

wig bolted on, 

Strained.

The ladies maids,

Thrust to and fro,

holding breath,

Faint and fall,

Sky of lace and pearls,

Fine ladies dressed, 

Face froze serene,

A fall in grace…

In breathless sleep.