Dream Poem 93: Ice Grey
Spray of silvery sea water
Numb cold,
blue cold
Smashing against a towering cliff of grey granite
Immediately it touches land the water is turned to ice.
High, high up, the brine is frozen into stalagmites of gleaming
pewter grey
Instant freeze, towering cliffs.
Incrusted like wax from a guttering candle
layers of frozen water,
Icy concretion by wave
after relentless wave of bitter cold deep.
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