Caves of Ice
If I could make a cave of words,
Untangle skeins of thought
And shape a cool blue icy haven,
I would surround myself as in Merlin's day.
If I could fashion thought into a lake,
I would eschew the fires of life
For numbing ice, for solace in suspension.
If I could penetrate the deep with this,
And words alone protect me from my sin,
Then I would say let frost begin its holy work.
Turn burning springs of strife to caves of ice.
Hannah at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads brought us this photo and a challenge to write about caves. Go to IGRT to dive inside other poetic caves.