Cold Hands

Your hands were always cold, my dear,
Despite temperature and weather,
The only time they warmed, my dear,
Was when we were together,
When you put your arms around my waist
And intertwined your fingers.
I can feel your breath upon my cheek,
The scent of you still lingers,
But now there’s only icy hands,
The rest of you has vanished:
I can’t forget that dreadful night,
The Christmas Eve you perished.

Kim M. Russell, 2016


– Natalia Drepina

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #144, also shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform

A Victorian-style poem about a Christmas ghost.

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