Dreaming of the Ice Queen.

Tilda Swinton by Dave Piper #snow queen

Through the snow-bent evergreen,

An endless tunnel of muffled silence,

In my dreaming spell -

The Ice Queen makes her entrance.

She is coming to claim a shivering spirit

On this frosty night.

She is a million years of starlit nights,

The blue of planets bathing in silver light

Vigilant in the muteness of space.

She gathers pale moonlight in the fields,

Wraps ice around the twigs, brittle as death.

She is the breeze from a flying swan’s wings,

The soft hush on a frozen lake; Dianna’s reflection

Trapped below blurring ice. She moves in a flurry of snow flakes.

She freezes thoughts and vision, blurs consciousness;

Mocks the smouldering sacred springs and freezes their flow.

She paints the trees in black and white;

Freezes birdsong into frail breath.

In her eyes there flickers a cold fire

Like Aurora, the Dance of the Spirits.

She rides winter winds on a sleigh of frozen breath:

The Milky Way her cloak, Orion her crown.

She is the snow ghost, the polar spirit,

Revelling in summer’s demise,

Tormenting the spirits hidden in the green,

Enticing them from their hidden bowers.

O’ spring we cry, O’ summer!

Melt the icy veil from our eyes,

Let us see the green things again,

Watch the sun dance on the oak

The queen bee taste the celandine.

O’ let me dream of summer now

And the cooing of the doves.