Frost-moon
Silver light
Shining, sparkling, revealing
Human wreckage, no future
WitnessVisitor
Deepest winter
Searching, roaring, defending
Come to save kindred
Pansarbjørne
Escape
Old home
Warming, thawing, changing
Polar bears place lost
FleeAlone
Without hope
Hurting, starving, dying
Mourning lost ice life
SolitaryCold-moon
Different world
Snowing, freezing, theming
Without thinking destroying ape
Snow-moonFrost-moon
© REDCAT
Deepest winter
Warning, thawing, changing
Mourning lost ice life
Snow-moon
Written to the beautiful image from Sunday Muse # 94. I really wanted to write something with a little hope in it, but that seems so hard right now.
Then for some reason, one particular bear came to mind. And I tried to imagine him or one of his Pansarbjørne-kin to come and rescue our polar bears.
Also I’ve been practicing writing didactic Cinquains and ended up by trying my hand at a Garland cinquain.
The world according to RedCat 
Your garland cinquain is epic ……
It is hard to write hopeful odes these days. My thoughts are with the polar bears – and the penguins down south, as Antararctica was 68 degrees the other day. Sigh.
Reblogged this on stories from another perspective and commented:
such a beautiful piece. I just had to share
the one hope from such a poem is that somebody in power will pay attention.
This scraped against raw emotions…grieving but not completely hopeless.
I have never heard of the garland cinquain. This is heart stirring and absolutely beautiful RedCat!
I too have not heard of a garland cinquain, I haven’t written a cinquain in a while. This was an effective form to convey your thoughts. Wonderfully, crafted.
strung beautifully, love your poem title to begin with and the words all interconnected, a beautiful chain of cold and frost and sadness, each word then echoing the next
A powerful and poignant post, thank you for sharing this reflection on what we are doing to our environment at the Go Dog Go Cafe today.
Stephen