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Plink

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By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge
Plink
Photo by Chandler Cruttenden on Unsplash

I am Icarus, standing on the scaffolds of heaven

The dysphoria of a switch of the season sounds wet yet solid, sparkling in a glassy twinkle as a glacial spread of silvery white tumbles past my ears:

Plink,

The drop of ancient river that folds into a noiseless frozen thread

Hits my aching hearing as a plink against the solid stream

Colder and colder until the squeak is palpable, shuddering and whispering its descent as I am,

Falling, falling

I plink as the first snowfall sinks

The sun above me, dewy, cold, wet, a silvery pink

As I plink

It becomes so very cold

The cry becomes so loud

I am Icarus, fresh fallen snow

Muffled into the subset of winter’s youth

The plink of the flakes feel stern, sound like a long-lost mother

The warning came much too late.

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A great song to accompany my poem.

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About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

My work:

Patheos,

The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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  • Marilyn Glover2 months ago

    Melissa, congratulations on your win; "plink" will now come to mind whenever it snows. I love what you did with the challenge❣💖

  • C. Rommial Butler2 months ago

    Well-wrought and accolades well-deserved! I love the metaphorical connection to Icarus. Not all fall from grace, but some merely from that difficult impasse between innocence and ambition.

  • Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊

  • Congratulations to on your win Melissa 👏🏾

  • Kashif Wazir2 months ago

    Great

  • Aarsh Malik2 months ago

    Your blending of Icarus imagery with winter’s descent is powerful and original. The mythic fall becomes a sensory one, carried by the crisp soundscape of snow and silence.

  • Imola Tóth2 months ago

    Plink was a new word for me (I'm non-native English speaker). You and your beautiful poem will come to mind whenever snow falls, I have the feeling. I really like it.

  • The plink was my favourite too hehehe. Loved your poem!

  • Heather Hubler2 months ago

    What a song choice to go with this wonderful piece! Loved the 'plinking' :)

  • Lamar Wiggins2 months ago

    Great opening line! Wonderful work, Melissa! 🤩

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