Prose for Thought – Mr Frosty

Welcome to this week’s Prose for Thought. Today I shall be getting round everyone who linked up last week and tweeting your post out – apologies that I haven’t done it sooner but I am rather suffering from an injured shoulder which seems to have put me rather behind! I am also really disappointed not to have made the Open Mic night yet again last night with Stephanie from Beautiful Misbehaviour. I do hope you had a great evening girls – and I will make it one day!!

On that note, the theme from last night was ‘Frosty’ which I have taken a slightly different slant on. I wanted to show that atmospheres and relationships can leave you feeling cold just as much as the weather can sometimes! Although my poem, of course, is the extreme, more Arctic type of relationship!



Mr Frosty

How a knife could cut the air
As he gave her the stone cold stare
Icy, frosty, unwavering stare
She wanted to be any place but there

He started on her to pick a fight
He pushed and shoved with all his might
He’d turned sunny day to frigid night
Her future didn’t seem so bright

His fingers felt like shards of ice
His words cut through, they weren’t so nice
If only she had thought it through twice
Before she picked up that bitter knife

In self defence it was all she had
She wasn’t the one who was all bad
He was the one who drove her mad
And pierced her life with glacial sad

He had bruised and chilled her soul
To injure her, it was his goal
No longer did she feel whole
To make her stay he did cajole

No longer with him did she feel bold
Didn’t want with him to grow old
Not him to touch or feel or hold
All he did was leave her cold

But with the weapon she was free
She thought ‘no longer hurting me’
This is not who I am or want to be
Living a life with Mr Frosty.

©Victoria Welton 4th December 2013

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  1. December 8, 2013 / 7:40 am

    I like how you’ve compared the frozen weather to a warmthless relationship too. Mr Frosty is definitely a character to avoid!

  2. December 5, 2013 / 11:47 pm

    Is this based on the current storyline in eastenders? Alice and Michael? Very much sounds like it. Hope not a relationship youve experienced. xx
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  3. December 5, 2013 / 7:25 pm

    That was not the fun-filled Christmas poem I was expecting! Great writing as always though.

    I didn’t put my prose on my blog this week, I gave that Medium site a try so the link is to that currently, feel free to delete if you like but I wanted to see if it worked x
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  4. December 5, 2013 / 1:07 pm

    I see I am not the only one who liked the ‘glacial sad’ line. Hope you shoulder is getting better.

  5. December 5, 2013 / 10:28 am

    “He turned sunny day to frigid night” – and I thought it might be about a snowman, with a title like that! I sincerely hope this isn’t written from personal experience Vic. Great poem though. Well done and hope the shoulder gets better!
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  6. December 5, 2013 / 8:55 am

    I love how you’ve linked frosty weather with iciness of a bad relationship. Having been there I could really relate to much of what was said. I love ‘glacial sad’. Thanks for hosting this linky Vicky xx
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  7. Maddy @writingbubble
    December 5, 2013 / 8:02 am

    I don’t like the sound of Mr Frosty! Great imagery – particularly liked ‘his fingers felt like shards of ice’!
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