The Ice Queen & The Bloglandia Polar Festival
Once... Long, long ago and hardened
there was an Ice Queen...
in the silver of the night moon,
she lost her heart
and a sliver of ice nested into the empty space...
and grew...
and became colder and colder, No sleep, Then, And in that moment...
as all the world
went to sleep
beneath a blanket of snow and ice...
of loneliness...
no waking,
no laughing nor dreaming,
for she had forgotten
all things green,
soft,
and lovely...
one day,
not so long ago...
The ice queen noticed
that the sky was a different shade of blue,
no longer just indigo,
but shades of cerulean, azure,
and a deepening periwinkle...
The Ice Queen heard a sound
that she had long forgotten...
The giggles and laughter of a baby,
And she turned towards
this music and the ice in her heart melted
as did her crown of ice...
as she raised her arms in delight...
of all things radiant...
found only in shadows...
And the heavens reached down to the earth and for the first time, Leaving footprints of spring flowers Photos: Doll, original, vintage Barbie from my childhood collection~ Clothing, hand-made by my maternal grandmother over forty years ago~ Violets and Narcissus from our garden.
and clothed her in rich fabrics and furs,
for her skin could finally feel the cold of winter...
in ever so long,
this woman of oh so many experiences,
stepped back into life...
in her every step she took...
