The Ice Maiden

Amid the white freezing snow, he stood alone,

He was an artist, yet to create his masterpiece,

His fingers played with ice, carving them into beauty,

Knew he before the frost goes, and ice melts to water,

He would make a sculpture, for the eyes of the world

 

 Breeze that blew was spine chilling, blood froze,

In his veins, but his fingers already started dancing,

On the canvas of God, he used his art and gave his soul,

Ah! He created an Ice maiden,

Ah! He created an Ice maiden,

 

She was a piece of art, and she looked authentic,

Standing in the midst of the vast snow, she was a beauty,

Her curves were sumptuous; she looked like a glass,

They saw it with awe, and all those passersby,

And the ice maiden gathered the distant crowd,

 

She stood with her nude body, for days so many,

Hush hush came the summer, throwing its charm,

To fetch the Ice maiden into its heated realm,

She could not deceit her creator and thy lover,

Alas! She decided to melt and be submerged,

 

Her beautiful face was lost in an hour,

Her neck and shoulders melted along,

Her bosom melted, melting her heart inside,

Becoming water by the end of the day,

Thus her frost filled glory came to an end,

 

The artist saw his love melting down in pain,

He was the creator, but could not give her life,

His heart knows the bitterness locked inside,

Of watching her turn water, yet he awaits the frost,

To come again, and so shall it come,

Ah! He will create then a new Ice maiden.

 

*Monalisa Joshi*

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “The Ice Maiden

  1. The artist saw his love melting down in pain,
    He was the creator, but could not give her life,
    His heart knows the bitterness locked inside,
    – These were my favourite lines, and they reminded me of a Greek myth about a sculptor who fell in love with his creation. It all ended painfully there too.

    1. thanks vicbriggs …you liked my poem..yes sometimes sad is also part of human emotion and I like to weave all the emotions in my poems …love , happiness, death, sadness ,,,they bring much volume to them when I capture them through verses.. in fact it attracts me more to create poetry on pain and along side love ..it makes them more alive …glad you read my poem 🙂

      1. I’m glad I read it too. Since joining WordPress I’ve rediscovered my love of poetry, both writing it and reading it too. It is great that there are so many poets keeping the art alive, and I am very glad I have the chance to share in this.
        By the way, you might like Poems & People; he writes beautifully too 🙂

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