She wore them like a cloak in winter,
Her nose upturned to the frosty air –
With heavy sigh, her crystallizing breath
Would frost the spellbound room in diamonds.
And he pontificated, warming
To his tale; this ode to his heroics
Fabricated, wholly, on the spot
While she feigned rapture, hearing not at all
When warmer voices burst into the hall
Warm winds to blow upon that very spot –
The news they brought was catastrophic.
Outside, the world was new – transforming.
Change, for some, is hard as diamonds,
And as she breathed her dying breath
She knew that soon, the frosted airs
Would wear her, like a cloak in winter.
Copyright © 2013 Holly Jahangiri