Winter Mind Trip

winter song

Poem

 

Monstrous winds toss the trees
Their twigs clatter like old bones
And a small dark figure huddles in a corner;
Curled against the stones.
Scarfed up to the eyes, it waits for the wind to pass
Knowing that the gust can’t last.
Waits for that chill, still moment when it can walk unblown.

All the flowers of summer
Have turned to paper
And blown away
On a cruel swirl of this windy day;
Their whereabouts is still unknown,
And it looks rather grim
As you can see by the
Icicles forming on my chin.

There are no more eyes, no more faces
Only hoods and fur like animals;
Blowing about in the snowy places,
Wearing tails and paws for their disguise.
Through my snowy vision
I see flakes cluster like a storm of bees
And if there once were butterflies,
I don’t know where they’ve gone.
A silent winter death settles over everything
And even cars make no more sound.
And at last I feel the sting
Of the icy-needle as it’s pinning me down.

 

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Lëaf Ednïwinga

Artist, dreamer, coffee addict, vagabond traveler and world's most creative adrenaline junkie. I'm in love with poetry & dream to spend my days writing Steampunk fantasy, drinking tea & drawing what butterfly wings look like under a microscope. I have always been most drawn to writing about legends, whether that's retelling them or completely re-imagining them, because there is so much mystery and potential there. I believe that the most inspiration comes from our darkest days, not the ones where we are happiest, because if we are happy, we don't have much to write about. A few years ago, I spent over 9 months in Karaganda, Kazakhstan where I taught EFL during the day and wrote poetry by night. During that time I was at a really fragile point in my life, so writing was really my only escape. I wrote over 200 poems during my time there, which sparked my love of the genre. I don't follow any particular type of poetry or rules, I just write what feels right, sometimes all rhyming, sometimes only partially or internally rhyming, and sometimes not rhyming at all. Besides reading other authors' poetry, I am most inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's and Grimm's Fairytales, and well-written modern fantasies. I like a style that is reminiscent of Tolkien as well as fantasies that borrow a lot of material from preexisting fairy tales, folk legends and mythology. My writing strengths, as told to me by those who have read my work, are a great talent for visual description, especially in my poetry, for example, putting words together that conjure up vivid imagery in people's minds. I like to call that "word-art." I write about people's emotions, I describe feelings that they know very well but can't put into words, and that is why my writing is personal and easy to identify with. One by one, the poems come down From their flight on high Like so many wild, winging birds And alight on my paper, mine at last. To get chapters of my NEW Fantasy series Raven delivered to your inbox every Friday, visit Raven's webpage & enter your email address in the form! http://www.raventheseries.weebly.com Besides weekly chapter of Raven you'll also get: ~Exclusive Freebies, giveaways, discounts, gift cards, prizes, special offer, event tickets, and more!

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