Ice Attack

The winter air is sharp.

Cold, metallic against my skin.

Each inspiration stinging it’s way

through nose and throat,

cutting without remorse.

Steely breath turned traitor,

penetrating lungs with incisive

saw-like serrations

Until rasping I gasp,

only to invite another sabre attack.

And yet, with each breath

the pain is less pointed;

no longer tapered,

as the warmth of expiration

blunts the piercing cold.

Instead, the icy blades

become nothing more than a

tingle, permeating, but no longer

infused with razor- like aggression.

Equilibrium restored, for now.






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2 Responses to “Ice Attack”

  1. 1 poppy
    November 16, 2007 at 3:17 am

    I think you have a huge talent Susie ….I particularly enjoy this style of poetry of yours. I have one tiny quibble …the use of the word cuspidate just felt out of place to me.

  2. 2 kimmikat
    November 16, 2007 at 11:34 am

    Thank you Poppy 🙂
    I agree with your quibble. I wasn’t 100% sure myself, because although the definition was right, the word didn’t ‘fit’. After some thought I have replaced it with ‘tapered’, which works better, I think, as a transitional word, i.e. from sharp to blunt.You can have a tapered shape with a blunt end. Also melts into the language in accordance with the new tone. Hope you agree.
    Thank you for your lovely comments,

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