This landscape sings the blues, tones
in meadows of frost flowers–
but in the staunch fragility of ice, shattered
fragments form prisms
for unexpected rainbows arcs
like the features of the Winter Queen,
beauty without heart, frozen and deadly.
A quadrille for dVerse. The link is still open, if you want to join in the poetry fun. The prompt word is ice.
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Thank you! 😊
Beautiful and a true statement. There also is beauty without a heart. Thanks for sharing, Merril! Enjoy your week! xx Michael
Thank you so much, Michael! I hope you enjoy your week, too! 💙
Everything appears to be, frozen, stationery, and, stagnant, and yet, there’s, life…
Very true. Thank you.
“beauty without heart” is such a good description
A wonderful poem, Merril. I love the rainbow colors in ice when sun shines through it.
Thank you very much, Dwight. It is sort of magical. 💙
Thank you, Derrick.
aesthetic paradoxes like “frosted flowers,” rainbows and diamonds, so beautifully constructed
Thank you so much, Dora. I’m so pleased you noticed that.
So many lovely images here–I can see those prisms reflecting the light. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
Wonderfully done and I must echo my agreement with “beauty without heart” and I was half expecting your beautiful rainbow image in the reflections…
Thank you very much, Dale! I’m pleased you enjoyed the poem.
The poem began with me thinking about how ice and snow looks blue when the sun is low, so I went looking for a painting that had ice and shades of blue. 🙂
Which worked perfectly 🙂
That last line cuts the imagination and the heart, Merril ❤
Oh–thank you so much, David! 💙
So true that many parts of nature offer deadly consequences cloaked in beauty. ❤
Thank you very much. Yes, it is! 💙
Your imagery is stunning… the first stanza is captivating and draws me in. Frost flowers matches one of your photos from the other day. Lovely!
Wow–thank you, Colleen! 💙
It’s really beautiful, Merril.
Thank you! 🥰
So beautiful, Merril! I love those blue tones ‘scattered in meadows of frost flowers’ and the description of the Winter Queen in the final stanza.
Thank you so much, Kim! 💙
Beauty without a heart… yes that is true… the cold icy sheen cannot compare to the warm light of summer.
Yes, so true. Thank you!
Merrill, I sooo very much like your ending, “the Winter Queen,
beauty without heart, frozen and deadly.” She doesn’t come here often, but two years in a row now we have lost beautiful vegetation to her, living here in the Houston, Texas area.
Thank you very much, Jim.
We’re having a rather mild winter so far. No snow at all yet. (I’m near Philadelphia.)
Oh I like this closer look at ice, the science and magic of it all!
Thank you so much, Mish!
I wasn’t expecting that turn in the last stanza. Shivery, as if someone just walked across my grave.
Oh. . .interesting. Thank you! That’s an unexpected effect. 🙂
You’re welcome! Poetry has been working on me in unusual ways of late. 🙂
There must be something lurking in my subconscious.
Yes, there must be!
Beautiful winter imagery, Merril! ❄️
Thank you, Ingrid. 😊
Love the rainbow colours in our poem 🙂
Thank you! 😊
Evocative paradox: “the staunch fragility of ice.” There is menace lurking within its resistance to strength.
Thank you so much, Lisa. Yes, exactly. I’m so pleased you picked up on “staunch fragility.”
You’re welcome, Merril.