©2012, Olan L. Smith
She comes upon a harsh north wind and chills
My still beating heart; her fingers icy tendrils
Splay open my breast. I am paralyzed by fear; my mouth
Gapes; I gawk as she confiscate a frozen heart
And places it upon her mantel above icy flames.
It remains for an eternity never to beat
Till a beam perchance shines through her transom
And warms my soul, reanimating my heart of stone,
Rhythm is restored ― lub-dub... its commotion
Echoes through her chamber; I feared my warden
Wakes from her wintry incarnation to recapture
Her treasure. Alas, she remains in
Repose, a frozen smirk upon her face. My once
Frozen heart dances with joy and leaps down
Into my chest replacing stone with flesh
And I, vigorous, am still captive within a
High fortress of ice, tucked away
In hoarfrost; I draw near her and perceive
A liquid tear rolls down her icy cheek to touch
Her snowy bed, a wonder as a wanton witch dissolves.
(I dedicate this poem to sloanranger)