cold seeps in through the cracks
an icy chill prickling my pores
ethereal water molecules freeze instantly
falling heavy from the dense laden air
thousands of scattering crystals crashing
refreezing on the dank stone floor
where I lie forever shivering naked
while the blazing sun warms the Earth outside
invisible from the window I do not have
Wax on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/
Poems and Drawings 
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I like the way your words create a sensation. My favourite line is ‘an icy chill prickling my pores’ I enjoyed reading your post.
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Thank you, I am glad you liked it 🙂
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