COLD FEAR
Jagged white screams
sharpen to icicles
brittle tears lie scattered
and ground under foot
diamond cut streams
lost in the labyrinth
fast frozen in time
at the moment of truth.
Holder of secrets
the cut glass of plenty
sharp as a dagger
the chilling white wine
cruel as a cutting edge
shards of bright silver
encrusted with sapphires
cold by design.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 22nd Dec 2022 10:55
Some nice metaphors there.