Splintered, a poem by Freya Pickard at Spillwords.com
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Splintered

Splintered

written by: Freya Pickard

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this new landscape within
darkness lit by ghost spirits
who knew bleakness could be so beautiful?
incandescent blue-white flame
of survival glows coldly inside
frost river winds its frozen way
round and round my heart it circles
holding me fixed in place
I’m bound in unmeasured floes
far from heat and fire
sharp seracs pierce my path
undulating snowfields bar my way
numb extremities, ceaseless white
splintered shards deep in my soul
so stark, so bare
drill down through thick green glacier
to the salty liquid of my heart
that beats cold and slow to ice crack
wind moan and to the screams
of shifting ocean waves
translucent skin covers me
protects me from bitter words
you can see me, you cannot touch
I hear you, I cannot feel
what new creature will emerge
from my frigid chrysalis?

Freya Pickard

Freya Pickard

JULY 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Pushcart Prize nominee, Freya Pickard, is the quirky, unusual author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the strange and wonderful world of Nirunen. A cancer survivor, she writes mainly dark fantasy tales and creates expressive poetry in order to leach the darkness from her soul. Her aim in life is to enchant, entertain and engage with readers through her writing. She finds her inspiration in the ocean, the moors, beautifully written books and vinyl music (particularly heavy metal and rock). She enjoys Hatha Yoga, Bhangra and Yogalates and in her spare time creates water colours and pastel drawings of the worlds in her head.
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