Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #16
A Pillow Made of Ice
by Belinda Roddie
A pillow made of ice was brought to me
for my slumber within the grand palace.
It turned to icicles against my face
while somber morning fiercely broke upon
my frozen brow. The blankets on my back
became the snow outside, and I shivered
as my prince stumbled through the door, drunk as
can be, with a fair maiden clinging to
his belt. His eyes were melting brown and gold.
Their gaze did not focus on me at all.
He snored against a pillow stuffed with fine
feathers, while I turned into winter mist.
A pillow made of ice was brought to me
so I would not smother the king-to-be.
by Belinda Roddie
A pillow made of ice was brought to me
for my slumber within the grand palace.
It turned to icicles against my face
while somber morning fiercely broke upon
my frozen brow. The blankets on my back
became the snow outside, and I shivered
as my prince stumbled through the door, drunk as
can be, with a fair maiden clinging to
his belt. His eyes were melting brown and gold.
Their gaze did not focus on me at all.
He snored against a pillow stuffed with fine
feathers, while I turned into winter mist.
A pillow made of ice was brought to me
so I would not smother the king-to-be.
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