Appearing on The Roof for one day only
Innocent blades hang centre stage
Diamond sharp in the Sun’s spotlight-
Each tip a silver nib pooling drops of clear ink which quiver and tremble
Before shedding their tragic tears to the ground below.
From my seat in the Balcony Stalls
I marvel as the smallest cling, in their desperate attempt to star in this frozen tableau
Whilst others proudly point stiff daggers of glass,
Defying the watery rays.
Sheer beauty, so cruelly snapped by an outstretched hand
Thinner Thespians now threatened, shrink too rapidly-
Their memorable matinee over
To the applause of a pigeon’s wings.
Poem 281 - Icicles
by The Royal Berkshire Poetry Competition
Monday, 27 September 2010