Icicles

They can form in an instant

as tiny waterdrops

crystalize from a great height

as mercury retreats

Race to the grid

a dangerous one

as jack frost waits

to turn rain into ice

Clear as the sunshine shines

they reach for the floor

aiming for a path or brook

only to be stopped – dead

No longer aqueous

More solid than liquid

tiny air bubbles trapped

suspended by cold

And as the icicle grows

the runner up takes the prize

heading for the stream

as no1 gets caught frozen

I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England.  Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists.  These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing.  I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at inkdrops.blog or Allpoetry.com/InkdropK

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