As cold as cold,
as hot as hot,
shivering through and through,
her skin burns
to ice.
Frostbitten and
scorched,
she rehatches.
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Savy Poem – Burnt Ice
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inThis Physical ThingTags:ageing, hot flushes, menopause, middle-aged, midlife, poem, poet, savvy, silly, writer
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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