The Ice Cliffs
By Mayanna Mueller
The themes in this poem sparked from an adventure in Lake Placid when I was visiting with my family. We went on a frozen nature walk and saw these gigantic ice cliffs.
On the peninsula of Mirror Lake, Lake Placid, Daylight spreads over the frozen forest. And the fingers of the thousand-hand giants tower over me, Hardened thick with frost. “Hello!” I say. Nothing. No response, just silence. They bow over like withering flowers crushed By an invisible weight. They communicate silently between each other. Nobody could interrupt. There’s no loneliness like theirs. And the light breeze moves the old sheets revealing the new underneath. There, In that moment, I realized that if I stay any longer, I will break into ice.
This piece is inspired by poets like Sherman Alexie and James Wright. I studied their poems and structure and mimicked them, using my frozen ice adventure as the subject. I wanted to evoke a feeling of coldness and excitement.
Mayanna Mueller (she/they) lives in New York City, and loves writing, reading, engineering and design. They sketch, write for their school newsletter and literary magazine, and write as a means of expression and as an outlet. They hope to bring awareness to topics not often talked about, while growing as a writer.