FROZEN

A young child experiences the death of his cat. Trauma.

 
FROZEN
 
The lost cat…
a still and lifeless form—
an aching reminder
of the biting cold of childhood.
 
 
Once soft and delicate,
black fur became frigid.
Petrifying
to a child.
 
 
Cloaked in icy cold,
memory froze.
Terror took a stand.
Like thin ice, innocence cracked.
 
 
Sitting by the campfire…
peering into the past, I exclaim:
It is not your fault…
It is not your fault.
 
 
My cold toes
wiggle.
My thawing fingers grasp
twigs as they feed the fire.
 
 
The dam breaks…
the frozen terror
of a young child
melts.
 
 
By the fire…
I whisper.
It is not your fault…
It is not your fault.
 
 

 

~~David

 
 

    
 

    
 
 
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Line count: 28 lines
Form: Free verse
Prompt: None
Written for: Shadows and Light Poetry Contest. Round 137
 

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