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Lady Winter

Snowflakes frost her lashes
As she gazes at the clouds
Winds blow back raven hair
Flowing over silk, midnight blue gowns

She stands upon the whitest hill
Against the greyist sky
Puffs of breath rising
Ice tears falling from her eyes

Awaiting the return
Of her lover, true and warm
The golden light of spring
That will thaw her in his arms

A frozen statue she rests
The only warmth around her lips
Never to move again
Until she feels her lover's sun-filled kiss

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  • Amunet Wolfbane Moderators member
    November 13, 2007

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    This is so sad, but the visions are beautifully written and I enjoyed reading this muchly. Best of luck to you in the contest.


  • Narcissus In Chains silver member
    October 15, 2007

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    Gorgeous imagery here! Obviously, I know what the picture looks like, but this poem gave me more. I could picture her hugging herself in way, like one wraps a blanket around oneself. Also, I adored who you chose as her lover and how he will thaw the Lady Winter. Another thing I enjoyed was where every other line was not rhyming yet was close to rhyming. Also, I loved the ending. It just swept me in a way. Great job!


  • FunnelWaxFate
    October 13, 2007

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    Awe amazing. What a delectable picture this scripts in the mind. I envision it all, the cold, the dismal, the longing, and the glory, joy and warm of the anticipated thaw of spring to melt the miseries of winter away. This is a very profound write. I feel it could be used as a metaphore for the treacheries of the hard times we go through as living beings, like the hardships the winter, and that anticipated repose that will eventually return, inevitably, like the sunshine after the storm sort of situation. This piece is so incredible. The imagery is superb, the tone masterfully dreary, yet content and calming. I especially adored the last line. Stunning. Very well done


    • SithHappens
      October 13, 2007
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      Thanks so much for the comment. It was the first one for this poem and it was a doozy So glad you enjoyed

      s and s
      ~Sith