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(OOC) Eotheod in Forochel
Submitted by Eohilda on September 11th, 2015
Great hunks, Loaves of Landscape
Over-iced, insistent.
The sweet rise of Fondant slopes
Cast as White land, Wilderness,
Green transformed,
They pose as “other”
Dare us to reak their hold,
Their world, so lofty, uninhabited
Tingles, intentional ice
It’s mould.
The singeing of fire-freezing snow
It’s clothes,
Not coloured as we remember
Virginal bridal,
Teasing our childhood incumbrance
To mind.
Our clumsy steps,
In the first sight of our lives,
Forochel!
