Fingertips perched as light as sparrow feet
on the branches of your shoulders,
snow could settle in your stillness
if it weren’t so cold.
Instead clouds build beneath us
a bed of air and ice
that a single shiver
would be enough to break.
In The Ice Queen’s Bed – A Poem By Carol J Forrester
Carol J Forrester 
The clouds building beneath… what a frosty relationship you paint…
Nice poem actually 🥰
A frosty relationship but one that shivers and simmers and can erupt in love.
Or just one kind word, or a hand placed over the other….yes. Very nice.
Ain said it best, so I’ll just second that!
Wonderful metaphor. Those last lines are absolutely perfect!
The figurative language in the first 2 lines is amazing. ❤
Thank you
Nice poem.
Thank you
You’ve captured a fragile relationship with your words.
These first two lines really drew me in,
“Fingertips perched as light as sparrow feet
on the branches of your shoulders,”
I knew I wanted to use those two lines, the rest of the poem was built around them so I could keep them.
Bravo!
A nice poem,picturing a frail relationship….or can it be a budding one? 😉
Ah, there in lies the question
You had me at ‘fingertips’, Carol – I was just pulled in!
❤
David
Surprisingly strong grip in those fingertips
Those first two lines are magical. “a bed of air and ice” of that Ice Queen is a most fragile creation and beautifully described but perhaps not that welcoming to a warm-blooded human.
Thank you, I’m so glad to hear you found magic in the poem. 🙂
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I can feel the tension of the ice about to shatter!
Thank you Ingrid.
Nice one