Bio Note: This poem was written some years ago, when the husband of a dear friend of mine passed away. I had been recently widowed as well, and somehow felt I could grant myself the privilege of speaking in her voice. I based the poem on the images I remembered after visiting the Eisriesenwelt ice cave, which is located not far from Salzburg, Austria.
Message from the Ice Cave
Received from a friend, newly widowed I am living here now, where the cold is my consort, the lover I clasp with my arms and legs, from whose gray blanket I tear each breath. All around me ice is in bloom— tiny glass buds keep swelling from hairline fissures in the stone. The buried river cuts close, a dark ventricle thick with sorrow. Moisture floods my face, pools at my feet. In time, a tower of ice will grow around me, taking the shape of an old woman and visitors will say, Look at her, how she weeps into her hands.
©2021 Marilyn Taylor
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