The light glimmers,
the glass twinkles,
wax liquefies and oozes,
defining space, creating worlds.
Eerily moulded shapes clump together on the snow,
whiter than white,
like a city to conquer.
Like frozen spectres or bodiless sprites,
united in rebellion, clad in opalescent armours
we crawl over.
“Would you dare-?”
“Standing by the flame?”
Russell Hemmell is a French-Italian transplant in Scotland, passionate about astrophysics, history and speculative fiction. Recent poetry in Argot Magazine, The Grievous Angel, Star*Line, and others. Find them online at their blog earthianhivemind.net and on Twitter @SPBianchini