This is the first poem I wrote last week from witch that new edgy poetry has originated from.
‘Warm Winter’ was the first in that style. One can easily see how ‘Lost Dance’ came to life after this one.
Hope you enjoy ‘Warm Winter’
©Anton Pieck
Warm Winter
Formed by icy winds
from the north
created mirror of black
under blue
Smooth and with sheen
you burn
By touch of naked skin
like fire
Air cutting deep in lungs
so cold
warmed by fiery spirit
on blades
Smiling faces of old
with memories
screaming young playing
creating tales
Skate on winters day
slipping slide
frozen waters hard for bum
when falling
End of race steamy breath
tusks of ice
body cold ready for hot cup
of cocoa
Full of fun, day has ended
blanket time
Dreaming warm memories
of winter ice
©Ranting Crow 2013
©Anton Pieck
A tit bit less edgy I think, but it was the first after all. And maybe it did not have to be when it is about warm memories. Hope you enjoyed the read.
Best wishes
Ranting Crow
Ranting Crow 
I really enjoyed this poem. I also like the images you chose to go along with it, such cosy winter scenes. Well done! xx
Makes me smile you enjoyed it. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Anton Pieck has such lovely images I can not help falling in love with them time and time again. Warm Winter scenes. filled with fun and laughter
Nice one! 😀
Ha ha thank you, and to think I cannot skate lol.