jack frost left his eyes
on my window
your mark has left me wandering for days
solid stare and frozen poultice
broken skin and grey bone bruises
you refuse to reveal what you clock
and i refuse to ask questions
even so, you block my vision
hem me in
and i resent
your cut glass cloak
watching waiting listening
you’ve never been so temporary
my heat fills the room with black fire
because you refuse to hold color
and i have never been seen
.
.
January 14th, 2014 at 8:28 am
this gets really interesting about halfway through…the black fire and never been seen…
i love what frost does on windows but after so many days it loses its beauty a bit and begins to feel like bars, stuck in the house….
January 14th, 2014 at 8:38 am
Beautiful and haunting.
The ice on the window to your soul. I think Shaky Willie Spears said that.
January 14th, 2014 at 1:09 pm
Frost as artist, sculptor, & jailer is certainly apt. Actually I am more drawn to the ice art it leaves on car windshields. I am the good husband, letting my wife keep her car in the garage, while mine braves the weather outside.
There is something haunting about this piece though, something deep & dark, existential, philosophic; like an attack of SAD arriving unannounced & unsolicited.
January 14th, 2014 at 1:13 pm
very cool images.. the pic with the eyes…a bit haunting… so is the black fire… the temporary-ness…
January 14th, 2014 at 1:21 pm
The title itself is worth stopping by for, but there is much more here than that. The image is amazing, taken together with the poem, and the “black flame” of resentment at restriction and invisibility is scorching. Jack has his icy hands full, I’d say.
January 14th, 2014 at 2:31 pm
haunting is right. beautifully worked, Kelly!
January 14th, 2014 at 3:31 pm
i resent your icy glass cloak…whoah! I am swirling that around in my glass a bit! Love this.
January 14th, 2014 at 3:49 pm
Frost on the window.. such great picture in melancholy and greyness… the black fire making the film of frost to something more than just the coating of the window…
January 14th, 2014 at 3:58 pm
Wow, one of my new favorites. I have a thing for Jack Frost and your choice of words and image just blow me away.
January 14th, 2014 at 4:03 pm
This is haunting, still, filled with beautiful imagery and adorable metaphor.
<3
January 14th, 2014 at 4:06 pm
Beautiful 🙂
January 14th, 2014 at 4:18 pm
How neat! Scary! Wandering, waiting, watching, way before turning up the heat …. talk about cabin fever! It can be dangerous without a telephone to call a friend.
January 14th, 2014 at 4:44 pm
Conniving one, that Frost fellow ~
January 14th, 2014 at 6:21 pm
just loved the title… great poem
January 14th, 2014 at 6:27 pm
A clever and imaginative piece that conjures a haunting effect – really enjoyed it Kelly – Thanks Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
January 14th, 2014 at 6:33 pm
you have never been so temporary
my favorite thought here – you cause me to revisit
…bkm
January 14th, 2014 at 7:08 pm
OH MY GOSH. I LOVE THIS POEM !
Wow. Your personification of frost is simply perfect. I can really see just how you view it and by giving frost life, your frustration with it is both heightened and much more real.
You really have a gift with words. 🙂
January 14th, 2014 at 7:17 pm
Wonderful image paired with great words.
January 14th, 2014 at 8:29 pm
I feel like I can’t breathe due to man winter. Love how you paint the picture of feeling closed in by the cold season.
January 14th, 2014 at 8:35 pm
For me this is what SAD feels like. A very good and dark poem. I like this very much.
January 14th, 2014 at 9:24 pm
my heat fills the room with black fire
because you refuse to hold color
– Beautiful, but the effect of the two lines, are difficult to explain – how amazing it is.
January 14th, 2014 at 9:28 pm
much feeling here
“because you refuse to hold color” is my favourite line
January 14th, 2014 at 9:56 pm
Stuck within the confines of what once looked great, can be a pain in the rump fate
January 14th, 2014 at 10:25 pm
Kind of haunting. Great imagery. I love the line, “you’ve never been so temporary.” 🙂
January 14th, 2014 at 11:51 pm
This is an incredible write – so chilling.
January 15th, 2014 at 12:08 am
oooh…ice and fire make for some compatibility issues here…i admire jack’s window art and your artfully penned poem!
(is “clock” in 2nd stanza meant to read “cloak”?)
January 15th, 2014 at 5:07 am
Those last four lines really got to me… That black fire image – the refusal to hold colour… there’s something more buried there, a hint at something deeper.
Had a battle with frost on my car this morning – couldn’t get into it, despite pouring warm water etc.
January 15th, 2014 at 5:58 am
I’m taken by the tension between being a subject and an object in this: the unrelenting stare that won’t subside; the feeling that one will never break through that cloak to see what it is that is watching. Very interesting and smart.
Steve K.
January 15th, 2014 at 12:04 pm
Can see and feel these images, Kell. (*shiver*) And the thought of eyes frozen there where I would normally look out upon our winter scenes is creeping me out. LOL
Brilliant work all-around! ~ jh xo
January 15th, 2014 at 4:32 pm
Loved the imagery, the image and the intensity of the emotions here.