Frosted Poetry

tiny icicles,frost,winter,hard grost,iced over,

  Frost

the old man tells us stories

man tells us stories

stories

of when he was

a boy

before the white

stuck

to his face like

hoar frost

 

 

I wrote this for a #ShapePoetry prompt on January 15, 2017. The poem’s shape is supposed to remind you of the tiny white frost that sticks up like spikes.

 

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