Black Ice – A Poem


Introduction: This was written while listening to Lindsey Stirling’s “Crystallize”. What an amazing piece. Truly inspiring.

Dragging fire
Ever so slowly
Etching ice
I write with glowing
Golden embers
In careful scrapes
And figure eights
Smoother now

Becoming script
And letters
Which speak of
My very essence
More than just
Thick black ice
That sits just
Below my bottom
Front step

Like a mirror
I tilt my head
And laugh
I tip my hat
To exit the past
And breathe out
The last of smoke

A nasty habit
Becoming a
Broken record
That I snapped
Jaggedly in half
As I breathed in air.

Gretchen Leary 2013


About Gretchen Venters

I am 36 years old and I live in Montana. God has set my soul on fire to serve others through writing.
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5 Responses to Black Ice – A Poem

  1. jasmine calyx says:

    You have an excellent ear for rhyme, and your use of layered lines/meanings (e.g., “Below my bottom”) is very effective. I like your style and look forward to reading more of you.

  2. Bodhirose says:

    Really enjoyed this…the images are clear..and love that title!

  3. Imelda says:

    Your poem sounds good when read. 🙂 I saw a couple of clips by Lindsay Stirling and she is such a performer. Piano Guys introduced me to her.

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