The Icicle
written by: Sally Butler
A sliver of silver had glimmered and gleamed
And sparkled a speckled, spectacular sheen
Beset with a shimmer, a strange sort of mirror
Had given reflections of what once had been
The Icicle hung every year on the tree
And clung to its branches a quiet memory
Of family, of friendships, of Christmas before
A lingering murmur of moments no more
I am an aspiring young poet from the north of England with a passion for the musicality of rhyming verse poetry. From the epic sagas to modern masterpieces, I particularly enjoy narrative poetry, believing it can be used as a great vessel for storytelling.
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- The Icicle - December 19, 2025
