Ice Wings

Angel

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

NIghtcafe creation

With wings furled

Ready to take flight

Ice crystals flaking

Frozen in grace

Preserved in perfect beauty

Standing in willowy poise

On a sculpted pedestal,

Waiting for the command

That will unfreeze her

And send her on a mission

fact or fiction For Fun Free Verse surreal poetry

About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Comments (9)

Hannah Moore2 years ago
I dread to think what she will touch.
C. Rommial Butler2 years ago
Like the fabled golem, but made of ice! Nice!
Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
Wow, that cover photo is stunning and your poem was gorgeous!!!
Shirley Belk2 years ago
Oh, this is one of my favorites! She's important and majestic and she knows it!
RP2 years ago
Wonderful job.
Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago
I thaw I thaw an ice angel! (My Tweety Bird take, lo..., no, just groan!) Beautiful, Mother.
Misbah Sheikh2 years ago
Beautiful poetry! Frozen in grace - Wow! 💗💗
Daphsam2 years ago
Outstanding poetry work.
Margaret Brennan2 years ago
love it. reminds me of that old story, the Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde.