Thank you to Stephanie, David, and Jeff at The World Of Myth Magazine for publishing my poem this month.
The Tragedies Of The Last Ice Age
By: Linda Imbler
Erratic boulders, serpentine eskers,
the fits and starts of quarantine's dissolution.
Separately, folks are weathering the glacial age,
doing their best to escape extinction within the spread,
as hunter-gatherers of peace and prosperity
strive to avoid any fall through the ice.
Successive waves of harsh, bone-chilling
standpoints and frames of mind
invade our freedoms.
Rights and protections as written
by the language of our elders,
frozen out, all while disrespecting those heroes
who never had the luxury of staying in their caves.