Cold War

when egos clash

there’s a bite in the air

an icy coldness

that cuts through

the blazing morning sun

perspiration runs down

propped up spines

that shudder in

cool shivers

dinner by chilled

candle light

in arctic silence

you bang the

bedroom door


aeons later

with frost-bitten fingers

I push gently

and then shove

winter apparently

still persists


the door shut

Elizabeth Kuriakose

This entry was posted in Poetry on by .

About Elizabeth Kuriakose

A hectic career as a banker and looking after family kept me busy for ages. Quit my job to look after family. Once the children were old enough to take care of themselves, I discovered my love for writing in late 2014. Words in poetry or prose have been my constant companion thence on.

1 thought on “Cold War

  1. VijayNair

    A perfect snapshot of the ”arctic silence” between lovers after a ‘ clash’ of egos.The images clicked do justice to the theme.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *