#1050701 added June 6, 2023 at 3:11pm Restrictions: None
Icy
Icy
Midnight in Moscow
and the moon riding high,
dark as pitch the vault of heaven,
frosted breath upon the stars,
the crackle of ice underfoot,
pinging of the shrinking house,
the bedroom cold.
Turn on the heat?
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.06.23
Prompt: Write an ice-cold poem.
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