#Poetry: “Keen Ice” by Jill Mceldowney

“One winter is enough,

how quickly you’ve come to its end:

time passing under the tranquilized lake, the fitful halls of the dead

where your name is spoken as a winter of fear unspools, winter of

snow not so white,

this half dark now preceding the approach or wane of ice—

of all the bodies—

to put at the bottom of the lake you chose your own…”

-Read the entire poem at Dream Pop Press