The Ice Queen

By Postcard

postcard@manutd.com

Rating: - PG. Poem. Romance.

This poem is about Meg Thatcher and how Ben has affected her. The poem The Ice Queen is copyright 6 April 2000 by Postcard. Please do not reproduce for anything other than personal reading without the written consent of poet.

The Ice Queen

My world is a snow-dome

and I float through life on an iceberg.

In this ice-cold world I live on my own,

in a castle made of compact snow.

Living in a world of ice,

I have no heat to melt my castle defences.

A frown is frozen permanently in place,

on my snow-white face.

With ice-cold hands

and icicles for fingers.

Eyes cool with an ice-cold stare.

Like a cloak, a frost surrounds me everywhere I go.

Love once lingered in my heart.

But all that's left where the warm rivers of love once flowed,

in the refrigerator that is now my heart,

is a tapering spike of an icicle;

frozen in place as the love dripped away.

I cry tears no more,

for they have turned into frozen water.

A sheen of ice now protects my equally cold heart.

But ice can be good,

ice can be soothing.

Every Ice Queen needs a King.

And like an ice pick, you've hacked through to my heart.

(By Postcard Copyright 6 April 2000.)