FROZEN

 
FROZEN
 
The lost cat…
a still and lifeless form,
was an aching reminder
of the biting cold of childhood.
 
 
Once soft and delicate,
black fur became frosty… 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 campfire…
peering into the past, I urgently exclaim:
It is not your fault…
It is not your fault.
 
 
My cold toes
wiggle again.
My thawing fingers grasp
the twigs as they feed the fire.
 
 
As the dam breaks…
the frozen terror
of a young child
begins to melt.
 
 
By the fire…
again, I softly whisper.
It is not your fault…
It is not your fault.
 
 

 

~~David

 
 

    
 

    
 
 
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Line count: 28 lines
Form: Free verse
Prompt: None
Written for: Shadows and Light Poetry Contest. Round 137
 

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