For some more inspiration, have a look at Tom's
Nothing But Ice gallery
Tom Robbin's galler is more like architecture in some land with mythic translucent Cathedrals, regal, mysterious and holy.
Rachel, Your icicle is lonely. It has the following elements: melting ice, therefore warming and a sense of time. The drop is like a morsel of sand in an hour glass. When all is melted, that extent of time has ended.
There's also the sense of transience, a beautiful form not able to survive. There's also loss, as each drop of the life of the icicle falls away.
This photograph, to me, at least, illustrates the need to think of a photograph that is non-documentary, as being merely latent art. If something fascinates you, then pointing the camera at the object and recording the physicality of it faithfully might fall short. It certainly has here. But why?
It's for all the reasons stated above that are built in the a melting icicle that one admires, spends time with and contemplates. With one glance, however, all the associations are not there. Rather this is an ordinary object. There's no shadow, no frame or other shapes to argue or complement it. There's no adventure with colors or shapes hinted at in the icicle.
So there are two interventions immediately possible. First, Light the thing and compose it in an interesting way and or then present it with other forms, if need be, so that it represents a compelling work, not a snap.
There's no law to prevent you from drawing on it or adding a racing car. However, at present, there are no fingerprints from your own mind.
Asher