Prompt: The bottom of a frozen lake. White light glows through the sheet of ice above. Shadows of people crisscross over a small but expanding crack.
Source: 911 Writer's Block Tool
the deafening sound of the defining shattering
high above in the pale white -
deep in sleep
deep in die
ice crackling, cracking,
under the pressured scampering of pressured feet.
the cold azure feeling of the surrounding collapsing
deep beneath the pale white -
deep in slept
deep in death
body sailing, sweeping,
beneath the sky fracturing of fractured skies.
Notes: Well, holidays and lack of views complicate this project, but at least I'm over the one-week hump. Happy Mothers' Day - tell your mother and grandmother(s) you love them. After all, without them you wouldn't exist - they did bring you into this world (and they haven't yet taken you out of it . . .).
Also, this poem actually does have straight margins so there is no need to check out the accompanying project entry for this one.