Ice Castle
You fight with fire yet refuse to warm to me.
Years and years of fabrication
after fabrication, building
and rebuilding higher and higher
walls, by a princess in an ice castle,
precarious and perilous,
leave me with no desire
to see those walls melt.
This is my response to dVerse Quadrille 165 – Warmly,
the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word warm in a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
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Skilled use of idiom and metaphor here. The message is crystal clear. It’s sad that the person wants to keep the ice barrier up between themself and their loved one. Hoping something along the way shifts and the wall will melt to find a less deceitful person standing there.
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Thank you, Lisa. You never know. Some people change. Others don’t.
Thank you for the prompt.
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You’re welcome x 2.
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Well done, Ken!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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A very creative response to the prompt. It must be sad and lonely to live within your own walls of ice.
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Thank you, Merril. The troubled mind can be a dark place.
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Yes, I imagine so.
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Those walls become prisons. (K)
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Sadly so.
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nicely done Ken.. may more warmth abound! 💗
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Thank you.
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💞
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Some people just isolate themselves…
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That they do.
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Caught me by surprise with last line, Ken.
Well said!
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🙂 Thank you, Jazz.
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I love what you did here, Ken.
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Thank you, Punam.
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My pleasure.
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