Snow Queen
Crowned by holy halo
Solitary spruce spilling
sacred shadow over
ridge’s river of snow.
Roots anchored to ancient
stories spoken by rocks.
You drink from this source
taste life force rising,
eros and echo
nourish your thirst.
In devotion to gypsy queens
you raise multiple arms to
adore powerful waxing
and waning,
hunger is satiated.
Regaled by moonlight
snow flowers blossom
on your body.
Naked and revealed
you stand in your center
and make love to night.
In a fervent stillness,
wind kisses
rigid branches
into sighs of release.
6 comments:
My English isn't good enough to understand your poem, but I love your painting. Greetings.
Wouw girl this is sensual,powerful,fresh as winter night in the mountains,it is very suitable company for your wonderful painting,you made me smile again,thank you.Regards from me.
Beautiful ! (both painting and poem)
Beautiful all around. The painting speaks eloquently of endurance and I loved the poem.
Beautiful indeed. This is deep and far reaching all at once.
You make love to snow - very creative!
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