Frozen Palisade By: Petra Alexson

The place that teems with bears pinned in the clear
Cold night,
The flat and dormant realm reaps coal
Clutching with their fur and claws,
Some time before dawn withdraws
They have a chance to control
On the glass during spiralling

Silver birch sonata
Spellbound to certain pink snow,
And sprawling branches heavy with ice,
Holding and storing
Cooking a pancake in the sweet morning

Lazy paladin, come meet me halfway
Each clay idol lined kilometres astray
Not depicted but as a standing pawn
Of the raincloud that it reflects upon
Trying not to dazzle with the staff’s blinding point of starlight