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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #2327364
A young child experiences the death of his cat. Trauma.

 
Edited after the second poetry group critique.
 
FROZEN
 
The lost catā€¦
a still and lifeless form,
was an aching reminder
of the biting cold of childhood.
 
 
Once soft and delicate,
black fur became frostyā€¦ then frigid.
No longer comforting
to a young child.
 
 
Cloaked in icy cold,
memory, too, froze.
Terror took a stand.
Like thin ice, innocence cracked.
 
 
Sitting by the campfireā€¦
peering into the past, I urgently exclaim:
It is not your faultā€¦
It is not your fault.
 
 
My cold toes
wiggle again.
My thawing fingers grasp
the twigs as they feed the fire.
 
 
As the dam breaksā€¦
the frozen terror
of a young child
begins to melt.
 
 
By the fireā€¦
again, I softly whisper.
It is not your faultā€¦
It is not your fault.
 
 
Copyright David Hoffmann Ā© 2024 ā€“ All Rights Reserved
 
 
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Edited after the first poetry group critique.
 
FROZEN
 
The lost catā€¦
a still and lifeless frozen memory,
was an aching reminder
of the biting cold of childhood.
 
 
Once soft and delicate,
black fur became frostyā€¦ then frozen.
No longer comforting
to a young child.
 
 
Cloaked in icy cold,
memory too, froze.
Terror took a stand.
Like thin ice, innocence cracked.
 
 
Now, sitting by the campfireā€¦
peering into the past, I urgently exclaim:
It is not your faultā€¦
It is not your fault.
 
 
Whistling winds serenade
the snap and crackle
of glowing embers
fleetingly fanning the flames.
 
 
My chilly toes
wiggle again with delight.
My thawing fingers grasp
the twigs as they feed the fire.
 
 
Golden brown marshmallows
bring smiles.
Amber embers
warm hearts.
 
 
By the fireā€¦
again, I softly whisper.
It is not your faultā€¦
It is not your fault.
 
 
As the dam breaksā€¦
the frozen terror
of a young child
begins to melt.
 
 
Copyright David Hoffmann Ā© 2024 ā€“ All Rights Reserved
 
 
FROZEN on my WordPress page  Open in new Window.
 
 

Original version
FROZEN
 
 
The lost catā€¦
a still and lifeless frozen memory,
was an aching reminder
of the bitter biting cold of childhood.
 
Once soft and delicate black fur
became frosty then frozen.
No longer comforting
to a young child.
 
Cloaked in bitter icy cold
memory too froze.
Terror took a stand.
Like thin ice, innocence cracked.
 
Now we sit by the campfire.
Gently looking into his eyes, I urgently exclaim:
It is not your faultā€¦
it is not your fault.
 
A whistling wind serenades
the snap and crackle
of glowing embers
fleetingly fanning the flames.
 
The once-frozen toes
wiggle again with delight.
The thawing throbbing fingers grasp
the twigs as they feed the fire.
 
Golden brown marshmallows
bring smiles to our eyes.
Amber glowing embersā€¦
warm our hearts.
 
As we sit by the campfireā€¦ again,
Gently looking into his eyes, I softly whisper;
It is not your faultā€¦
it is not your fault.
 
As the dam breaksā€¦
the frozen terror
of a young child
begins to melt.
 
 
The cold front finally moved through.
 

 
 

~~David

 
 
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Line count: 37 lines
Form: Free Verse
Prompt: END your story or poem with this line, bolded:
The cold front finally moved through.
Include a campfire and a lost cat.
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