The Ice Queen   

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.)