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When tiny hands waved Winter goodbye
she didn't much care, she waved back,
laughed, and blew her fog and snow
right back in the air.
But Spring is here, we've met him!
The tiny humans said, pointing at fresh flowers
while the mountaintops were sugary white still,
making it difficult to tell what those two
were fighting about this time.
Winter met Spring again and this year
seemed to have pushed him and his warmth
his overwhelmingly colourful smile
away, tried to hide it behind heavy clouds.
What is it, Winter?, the humans wondered,
Why are you holding onto us this year?
The answer were winds that made them quake
down to their skinny, shivering bones.
Then one day, very suddenly
Spring took Winter's hand in his
and kissed the top of her knuckles,
melting her icy touch on Earth.
"Every year", Winter glared, "you undo me."
But Spring just beamed at her, rolled out
a carpet of flowers for her to walk out on
and replied "No more than you unravel me."
Winter made sure to let his feet freeze over,
walking out head held high, frosting a few flowers
and leaving imprints of the most beautiful sort,
marking the beginnning of Spring with cold.
Spring called after her "Until next time, sweetheart" -
ever ladylike, she showed him her proud, icy middle finger
(he laughs flowers, she spits snow, that's how it's always been)
leaving the grounds for Spring to charm and the air to tingle
with his too-warm, too-infectuous laugh.
she didn't much care, she waved back,
laughed, and blew her fog and snow
right back in the air.
But Spring is here, we've met him!
The tiny humans said, pointing at fresh flowers
while the mountaintops were sugary white still,
making it difficult to tell what those two
were fighting about this time.
Winter met Spring again and this year
seemed to have pushed him and his warmth
his overwhelmingly colourful smile
away, tried to hide it behind heavy clouds.
What is it, Winter?, the humans wondered,
Why are you holding onto us this year?
The answer were winds that made them quake
down to their skinny, shivering bones.
Then one day, very suddenly
Spring took Winter's hand in his
and kissed the top of her knuckles,
melting her icy touch on Earth.
"Every year", Winter glared, "you undo me."
But Spring just beamed at her, rolled out
a carpet of flowers for her to walk out on
and replied "No more than you unravel me."
Winter made sure to let his feet freeze over,
walking out head held high, frosting a few flowers
and leaving imprints of the most beautiful sort,
marking the beginnning of Spring with cold.
Spring called after her "Until next time, sweetheart" -
ever ladylike, she showed him her proud, icy middle finger
(he laughs flowers, she spits snow, that's how it's always been)
leaving the grounds for Spring to charm and the air to tingle
with his too-warm, too-infectuous laugh.
Literature
broken bones
I want to write rough and raw and unbearable
the way cigarettes taste at midnight
to a tired atheist knocking on a locked church door
wondering whether to pray or scream
I want to write cold and brutal and honest
like fog-choked dawns on unfamiliar city streets
when the silence presses behind your eyelids
and breathing feels like blasphemy
I want to write like the midnight air that burns the back of your throat
like cold fury and boiling hatred
like the panic that eats into bone marrow
the fear that runs prickling fingers down twisted spines
I want to write of you and me and everything
pin
Literature
Defeat
Stars splinter the sky,
glowing against clouds
with obstinate brilliance -
I flame out beneath
the deflated sun.
Literature
You Destroyed Me
I wish you understood,
that you were my friend
But you found so many ways,
to rip my heart into pieces..
You used to be there,
you always helped me stand tall.
But now I see that these were lies,
you never cared about me at all...
I thought of you as a friend,
but your just like everyone else.
Now just leave me alone in this world,
and watch me suffer into the night.
I lost so many people,
I am better off alone.
You were my friend,
but you destroyed the only thing that mattered.
You destroyed my trust,
you destroyed my life.
so leave me the hell alone,
and watch me suffer in this world alone..
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"you undo me"
"no more than you unravel me"
- actual part of a chat conversation with my lovely cariad which inspired me to write this also inspired by the very cold Spring we're having this year
No proud Ice Queen likes to admit defeat to a silly Sun Prince.
Winter is a female word in Russian (зима́) and Polish (zima). Of course it doesn't quite work because Spring is just as much a female word in those languages, but I wanted to play around with Spring as a male figure for once - a young man with startingly blue eyes and a flowery smile, I imagine. Who knows, maybe Winter secretly adores the fragility of the Autumn girl instead and just takes her frustration about not being with her out on Spring?
For 's Seasons Story Poetry Competition; write a poem that tells a story about the first of a season.
"no more than you unravel me"
- actual part of a chat conversation with my lovely cariad which inspired me to write this also inspired by the very cold Spring we're having this year
No proud Ice Queen likes to admit defeat to a silly Sun Prince.
Winter is a female word in Russian (зима́) and Polish (zima). Of course it doesn't quite work because Spring is just as much a female word in those languages, but I wanted to play around with Spring as a male figure for once - a young man with startingly blue eyes and a flowery smile, I imagine. Who knows, maybe Winter secretly adores the fragility of the Autumn girl instead and just takes her frustration about not being with her out on Spring?
For 's Seasons Story Poetry Competition; write a poem that tells a story about the first of a season.
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