by Philip F De Pinto

Was a Lake
of Ice

You could not agitate
By shaking
Or setting foot in

But it would be a mare of another hue
if you pursued a different tact

And were given to donning skates
in lieu of giving her the shakes

Then you could slide
Clear and clean across
Till you reached

The portions of Veronica
Which were thinner
And there she would

Begin to crack
And your foot
Begin to sink in


Posted on 03/01/2013
Copyright © 2020 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 03/01/13 at 11:56 PM

Amazing...those first three lines grabbed me and made promises that the rest of the piece totally kept... I don't get to read here very often, but am always amazed and drawn in by your glad to read you tonight...

Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/07/13 at 10:01 AM

What an excellent poem! You have captured so well the essence of the woman who in the words of the Stones is cold,oh so cold but at the same time so alluring.

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