Ice Man Cometh

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Autumnal PAD – Chapbook Exercise:  COLD
“Write a “cold” poem in whatever that dictates to you. Cold temperatures, cold shoulder, cold opening … write your poems as you see fit and then chill!”

Ice Man cometh, so cold
his heartbeats sound
like icicles breaking. Lips
like blue ice floes. Frost
flows from his breath. Streets
freeze on impact with a touch
of his soles. Popular in Summer,
Ice Man’s talents take a hit
in Winter, except for ice skaters.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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