Poetry challenge: Ice hotel poem.
The place quite chilling, like sanitized cold,
At the end of the world it is found
T’was there we would meet for our rendezvous,
With Dogs pulling sleigh, for the travel I’m bound
Labor of love, Ice Hotel I’ve now entered,
Sculpted with natures free gift
Sheer beauty, frost blanket, steaming with chill,
Corner table, with candle, he greeted my wish
His eyes cast a brown on the ice that seemed blue,
The first shiver, shocked my skin
Soon covered in blankets of deerskin for armor,
Our rendezvous, now would begin
The bite in the air lessened with time,
As the flame in my heart grew wild
The sculptured ice blocks that we sat upon,
Seemed to melt as our plan was compiled
To retrieve to the quarters where we would lay,
Our own light this night to create
Perhaps tomorrow we’ll venture out,
But for now, Aurora Borealis must wait
Poet's Corner 