Promptly 4, 5 and 6

Ode to Winter

Ode to Winter

And if cold be not emotion
still it concentrates the mind
more powerful than any potion
of attention-grabbing kind.

When hands are surely frozen
and shivers wrack my frame
be certain I’ll not have chosen
to ponder passion’s fame.

When bound in winter’s spell
with ice inside my veins
you may guarantee full well
my mind is pure chilblains.


Line count: 12
Rhymed abab
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 17
Prompt: Write a poem personifying whichever emotion you’re predominantly feeling right now.