Snapshot Poem

 

the moon is dark
the ground is ice
i shall let my hair grow
out in a tangle
i shall dance in my rags
on the high street
the moon is dark
the ice is black
on the boulevards
i shall cut the fingers
from my tattered gloves
i shall pull at my hair
its knots and its tangles
the moon is dark, the stars hide
i will let my hair grow out in tangles
i will cut the fingers from my gloves
i shall dance in the snow on the boulevards

This week's prompt is Resolutions.