The Inkwell

A bit of a re-blog by inky. This poem appears my home at allpoetry.com and made a guest appearance on luna’s excellent blog https://lunatheblog.com – the direct link is here

….feel free to check both out.

They can form in an instant.

as tiny waterdrops

crystalize from a great height

as mercury retreats

the race to the grid

a dangerous one

as jack frost waits

to turn the raindrops into ice

Clear as the sunshine shines

they reach for the floor

aiming for a path or brook

only to be stopped – dead

No longer aqueous

More solid than liquid

tiny air bubbles trapped

suspended by cold

And as the icicle grows

the runner up takes the prize

heading for the stream

as no1 gets caught frozen