Skating on thin ice

We were always skating on thin ice:

I knew it even as we stood on the seafront steps, your key in the lock, looking back at the fishermen’s lights.

Nothing on earth would keep you.

That story – how the Snow Queen touched the boy. One second only but an icy splinter entered his heart, to bloom and blossom there. That’s how it is – a pond all frozen over. Small fish, snapped twigs, your drowned or drowning lover.

Her streaming hair.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s