The Frozen Lake

Mary Cochrane

The Frozen Lake

Somewhere a cold wind is blowing
And darkness is flowing
Over a frozen lake,
Which is gazed upon
By a girl dressed in silk and lace:
Her face etched in
The panes of solid ice;
Long hair billowing upwards
In the currents of the rising storm.
She is forlorn and small
Amidst the stalwart trees.
Suddenly the surface of the ice
Is disturbed by a pale hand
Which shoots upwards at the water’s edge;
Without hesitation, the girl
Clasps it tightly and is gone.

Copyright (c) Mary Cochrane 2015. All rights reserved.

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