Writing For G.O.T

The Blizzard Wizard-(B&W Final Cut #47 )

64 words, 18 lines
Free verse


on the narrow street
I fear there’ll be
nothing left of the living
once the winter is gone
for the blizzard leaps
with eyes poking
through the gloom
white icicles falling
sharp in its spiky hair
and this wizard
who spins visions
on his loom of snow
emits a howl
with satisfaction
as he conducts flakes
to form depths
we would otherwise
not know.

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47. With the blizzard comes a wizard.