The moon is blue ice

the turquoise of denial, /carnelian wound/ that flowers 'cross the drifted snow

The moon is blue ice

The moon is blue ice,
an ocean frozen by your stare.
The fire's hidden deep within.
It's there you'll find
the turquoise of denial,
carnelian wound
that flowers 'cross the drifted snow.
What can you know
of icicles in tropic climes.
It mimes deception, shows a placid face,
a smile of frozen rime.

© Kåre Enga

Author's note to self: [163.606], 17 March 2007, appeared in blog entry: "Naw-Ruz Greetings. "The moon is blue ice""