Ice maiden melted when “The Heat,”
walked into a room.
The Heat had such charisma
all the girls were in a swoon.
Ice maiden knew how they felt,
since her heart of ice began to melt.
The Heat could warm up a chilly day.
Ice cubes became puddles when The Heat
came your way.
Mary Bone about Mary Bone
I have been writing since the age of twelve and have had two books of poetry published. My poems have appeared in journals, magazines, newspapers and online blogs. The most recent poetry acceptances are posted at Poetry Pacific, Literary Yard, Afflatus Magazine and my poem, ”Other Warriors” will appear in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine. I also like to draw and paint in my spare time.