Cutting Out The ice

Winter has claimed the lake
and the men are busy
collecting the only harvest
this season allows,
ignoring the bitter bite
of the extreme cold,
thankful for the work.
Would that I could cut
you from my soul
as cleanly as they remove
their blocks of ice.


for the image prompt at The Mag


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

6 responses to “Cutting Out The ice

  1. Tess Kincaid

    Beautiful little gem…

  2. Helen

    Oooh, love the little twist at the end.

  3. ouch- chilling! Well said!

  4. Doctor FTSE

    A well crafter Mag.

  5. It is easier to cut ice than to deal with a broken soul

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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