Nudge
Nudge
Nudge the icicle
Just a little…
A little harder
With all my subtle energy
Nudge
Creaking
Nudge
Crack
Crack
Crack!
It falls
Falls and falls
Then strikes him
My killer
Not the piercing
The killing blow
I’d sought
But it strikes him
And he falls
And falls
Over the edge
He falls
Then strikes the ground
With a gratifying thud
Accompanied by a gasp
The air forced from
His now empty lungs
His life forced from
His murderous body
My murderer
As dead as I
As murdered as I
There is so little
I can affect
In this material realm
So little I can effect
Justice
Is a miracle
Icicles
Fraserwood Studio
Richmond
British Columbia, Canada
Fraserwood Studio
Richmond
British Columbia, Canada
There’s a moment in a particular novel which inspired this poem about the spirit of a dead person who exacts a certain revenge on her murderer. If you’ve read it, you’ll recognize it. If you haven’t, well, I won’t spoil it for you. š