| bound and buried deep inside her frozenland, (ice child s e p a r a t e d from her magicnature) the tropics sensed her, brittle-tombed and summerbreathed in heat for her imagery and birdsong colour filtered fingerlight down to where she lay (silent in sub-zero pain) the golds and reds were shocking and they hurt, (hot claws sliding into frigid flesh, tongues of sound melting blood) ice child breathed in summer, ribs that had been petrified for so long groaned and bloomed to living bone inside her sacred flesh |
| *art: lee bogle |
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