Ekphrastic 4/A Song of Ice and Fire: A Storm of Swords

Ekphrasis is art in reaction to art. Basically. And I don’t think about the art I consume enough. And I haven’t been writing poetry as much as I should. So every Friday, I’ll post an ekphrastic poem about whatever art I’ve been eating lately (books, poetry, anime, paintings, films, so on).
Ekphrastic 4/A Song of Ice and Fire: A Storm of Swords

I married ice. I lost my hands (and nose and a good fuck).
Don’t blame me if I have nothing witty to say.

oh, oh, oh

wench wench wench

you gods,
cyclic names

give me ice any day. give
birdsong give me an Other
give me gold
give me
my little bird

I know nothing.
Yeah, it’s late. I’d ask for forgiveness, but I just finished the beginnings of a huge batch of baechu kimchi and a huge batch of purple sauerkraut, and fermented foods never require forgiveness. Also, I’ve been checking my email obsessively, because grad school acceptance/rejection/waitlist season has begun. But mostly, I’ve been lazy/planning my wedding-handfasting/editing a book/preparing an album for release.

Ekphrastic Poetry Archive:

Ekphrastic 1/RIN: Daughters of Mnemosyne

Ekphrastic 2/Blood Meridian

Ekphrastic 3/The Walking Dead