For That Icy Heart

She picked away the hours
that became days that
compounded into years.
Picking picking at the icy
wall with the tool they said
was perfect for the job.
Her right hand became skilled
at naming the fault lines and
deftly punching holes at the
weak spots.
But she became tired and gray
and left the wall for good one day.
She should have known
that all it needed was a
fire.

(This is for the walls over at imaginary garden with real toads http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/02/walls.html )

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7 Comments

  1. what a metaphorical spark of clarity

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  2. Oh! And that fire would melt the icy blue heart. Great.

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  3. Love this! Such fiery response to the prompt!

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  4. It only takes fire… alas she never learned. And to bad for that frozen heart.

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  5. became skilled at naming the fault lines! Nice.

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  6. I agree with Margaret..And yes we need fire to melt our ice walls we build

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