THE GHOST FROM THE FROZEN LAND
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Standing here
Clouds of ice in the air
A frozen fallen tear
Pain I can’t share
I keep walking but along the path of nowhere
No one is there
In the iced over lake
I just stair
A shadow of a ghost
Bowing bear branches chip away at the edge of the water
Naked as their foliage has been slaughtered
My silent voice echoes
I see dead willows
Frosted hills and forgotten meadows
Where did everyone go
A land full of snow
It’s so cold
I put my hand in front of my eyes
Shivering why can’t
they hear my cries
Why can’t I see my hand
Someone else must be on this land
All alone
Bitter cold to the bone
A moon glides down to me
It’s as if I can reach up and touch it
A cloud calls to me
Fluffy like warm gloves that my blue hands will fit
The watery sun escapes along the lake
The inky blanket above my head tells me this isn’t fake
Though reality
The sky sings in harmony
Calling for me
But how can I get up there
No one will help me
I’m so lost
Am I a ghost
Stuck in a frozen land
Though the sky sings in my head
There’s no band
Am I dead?
© Fiona Cummings
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