You come to me at night,
Your hair unbound, each curl a flame
That sears my skin like ice.

Each word we speak is ice,
So hush. Be silent in the night.
Let frost give way to flame.

Each fingertip like flame,
Like rain–each kiss is laced with ice.
Oh, when will it be night?

It takes us each: the night, the flame, the ice.

Participating in yeah write’s December poetry slam! This is a tritina. I was given the words night, flame, and ice.

17 thoughts on “Polarity

  1. Meg says:

    You really make all this look so easy. The brevity of this tritina speaks volumes — less is more. Two words like “so hush,” show everything about this relationship — tender, knowing, attentive. Whew.


  2. inNateJames says:

    “each curl, a flame” and the comparison between a flame and a raindrop caressing are my favorite moments here. I think you did the best job of highlighting Rowan’s strategy of creating tension with opposing words. Every time flame comes up in your tritina it stands out and resonates.


    • Christine says:

      πŸ™‚ Rowan knew what she was doing when she gave me those words. They were kind of in my wheelhouse. Thanks, Nate, I’m glad you liked it. (The line you quote is my favorite, btw.)


  3. Jenny P says:

    I especially love this part: “Your hair unbound, each curl a flame.”
    Every line of this is so spare and clean. You go sooooo far with just a handful of words. So sharply done and lovely.


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