| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/10/03 at 02:19 AM Ah that moth and its gift! Thank God there was a poet within to notice. Those two words: icy despair deliver a powerful image that most of us can probably relate to. I certainly can. It is that feeling created by the constriction of the muscles and blood vessels just above the stomach, just after she says: "I don't want to talk about it." Excellent poem, my dear. |
