While I slept you launched your silent conquest
If I had taken up the late night watch
Would I have even noticed your onslaught
You staked your claim during the sun’s absence
As many things begotten in darkness
You beckon with a coy but shallow glint
In the blushed hues of new dawn you dazzle
Demanding awe for your frozen empire
Inviting wanderers to venture deep
Losing their way and themselves with each step
Beautiful things can be more than they seem
When danger lurks beneath the bright shimmer
I keep caution close in your company
Because if I don’t I might get bitten
But your cold reign always comes to an end
The sun’s warm rays force a quick surrender
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D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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Frigolabile
Frigolabile: susceptible to the cold My Connection: Even though this word is typically applied in the medical field, it resonated with me in two ways. First (and most obvious), I get really cold in the winter and have a strong inclination toward hibernation mode. Second, in terms of emotional regulation, I'm more of a thermometer than a thermostat. The mood of others can affect me quite strongly, especially if it's one of sadness or anger.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (14)
Demanding awe from your frozen empire - Well Done!!!
Absolutely gorgeous work! I love the presentation of oncoming cold as a military attack...so strikingly good! :)
I really like this poem so much, especially the thematic use of the words "conquest" and "onslaught" - but then you lead in to 'glimmer" and 'dazzle' and 'surrender'. All these things come together quite beautifully to create dynamic visuals and sensations. Well done.
Well-wrought! As I've said elsewhere: When we stray too deep into the dark night of the soul, we must become our own sun.
Superbly penned!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
Apostrophe is a neglected device; treating the frost as an obnoxious interlocutor is a great conceit!
I like this FU take on the prompt. Excellent work.
Love the tone of this DK, it felt more resentful of the coming cold than embracing of it and I appreciate that!! Nicely done!!
You landed line after line of that metaphor, great job!
Caroline's right. That first line is a such a new classic. Sets the whole thing up and then you just never let us down, from the first word to the last. Pristine, beautiful, epic and full of intrigue, wonder and majesty! Absolutely loved it! Well done!
This was a belter - your first line is a winner for me.
Frost. Mysterious. Gossamer and fleeting. Loved your poem, DK! Especially the line ‘In blushed hues of new dawn you dazzle.’
Beautully written!✅ I especially like “ “ Beautiful things can be more than they seem When danger lurks beneath the bright shimmer I keep caution close in your company Because if I don’t I might get bitten”… The grass doesn’t fare too well with pretty frost either!🥺
Sneaky old frost!