Post by rustybroadspear on Nov 22, 2011 15:53:34 GMT -5
Ice Maiden
The Ice Maiden and I were fated to meet.
Blended within a veritable forest
Of glorious snow mountains
Nestles the maidens Ice Palace.
Or so I’d heard ……….
Lost my dogs one by one
Within days they’d all gone.
Deserted my sleigh and worldly goods
And climbed the nearest ridge.
Fate led me there.
The Ice Palace and surrounding winter landscape,
Wore a suggestion of the most delicate pink.
The day was diamond bright.
I felt totally enamoured.
The Ice Palace could be seen shimmering,
If one looked slightly off straight.
Four steaming shivering horses
Stomped impatient – tethered to an ice coach.
Nostrils flared intense keenness.
The coach was a sight to behold.
Slithering, tumbling down the slope,
I smelled a fragrance
Nay, tasted a fragrance,
That felled any doubts, welled my spirit.
I stood before the Ice Palace door,
Behind me was the coach and eager four.
Pale pink turrets towered into clouds.
I was so cold and tired,
Yet warm and fully wired.
A host of laughing playful children,
All bright as pure crystal
Opened the door,
Danced around me and led me in.
We entered a cavernous hall,
Draped with stalactites, mazed with stalagmites.
Laughter echoed,
Goodness glowed
In pale shades of pink.
The Ice Maiden materialised,
Said she’d waited centuries for me.
I was in awe of the beauty before me.
One often has sensual dreams
But none, I swear,
Would be in the vicinity or close proximity
To this Heavenly experience.
Dressed in sinuous white ice lace,
Laced with a purple, pinkish tint,
She whispered telepathically –
The coach and four awaits.
I humbly, tenderly accepted
Her proffered hand..
Knelt
And brushed the lightest kiss.
We sat so close.
The horses galloped silently,
Pleased to be free with purpose.
We were airborne and I was ecstatic to be me.
Trading love filled whispers,
I tasted lips of finest port.
Travelling through skies of silver ……
I knew I’d found, what I knew I’d find
And for nearly a lifetime,
I’d sought.
The Ice Maiden and I were fated to meet.
Blended within a veritable forest
Of glorious snow mountains
Nestles the maidens Ice Palace.
Or so I’d heard ……….
Lost my dogs one by one
Within days they’d all gone.
Deserted my sleigh and worldly goods
And climbed the nearest ridge.
Fate led me there.
The Ice Palace and surrounding winter landscape,
Wore a suggestion of the most delicate pink.
The day was diamond bright.
I felt totally enamoured.
The Ice Palace could be seen shimmering,
If one looked slightly off straight.
Four steaming shivering horses
Stomped impatient – tethered to an ice coach.
Nostrils flared intense keenness.
The coach was a sight to behold.
Slithering, tumbling down the slope,
I smelled a fragrance
Nay, tasted a fragrance,
That felled any doubts, welled my spirit.
I stood before the Ice Palace door,
Behind me was the coach and eager four.
Pale pink turrets towered into clouds.
I was so cold and tired,
Yet warm and fully wired.
A host of laughing playful children,
All bright as pure crystal
Opened the door,
Danced around me and led me in.
We entered a cavernous hall,
Draped with stalactites, mazed with stalagmites.
Laughter echoed,
Goodness glowed
In pale shades of pink.
The Ice Maiden materialised,
Said she’d waited centuries for me.
I was in awe of the beauty before me.
One often has sensual dreams
But none, I swear,
Would be in the vicinity or close proximity
To this Heavenly experience.
Dressed in sinuous white ice lace,
Laced with a purple, pinkish tint,
She whispered telepathically –
The coach and four awaits.
I humbly, tenderly accepted
Her proffered hand..
Knelt
And brushed the lightest kiss.
We sat so close.
The horses galloped silently,
Pleased to be free with purpose.
We were airborne and I was ecstatic to be me.
Trading love filled whispers,
I tasted lips of finest port.
Travelling through skies of silver ……
I knew I’d found, what I knew I’d find
And for nearly a lifetime,
I’d sought.
it. Thank you! Ulla xx
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time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
