Stabbing cold attacks the senses,
shudders seep deep within bones.
Obscuring leaving us defenseless,
invisibility severing body from soul.
Swirling knifes of cold's supply,
cut separating relevent thought.
Only one survives it's frigid ply,
sought shelter from it's windy taunt.
Within shelter of hearth and home,
the Witch of Winter makes no claim.
Spells dissolve by fireside's glow,
ending her awful shattering drain.
I've often watched her cold skirts fly,
taking warm refuge by a fire's side.
Author notes
suseann~nature
A contest entry
- The Special Ones (Invite Only) by Beating.
600 points, ended February 17, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Fab poem suseann. Sometimes I really hate the winter because of the things you stated in your poem, but it can be really beautiful - with the snowy fields etc.
Great poem once again, and congratulations on the silver trophy.
Keep up the fantastic work
best wishes as always
Autumn Whisper
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Oh! A beautiful sonnet, it really is. Your words made it really good, and made it feel like it was alive - like the cold was real. I really enjoyed it. Good job!
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Yes! That image does bring Narnia to mind...I may have to borrow that sometime. As for the write,
another sonnet that packs a punch. Again, I find your ending couplet amazing (especially the cold skirts)
This is layered, it speaks of nature and of those that can abide by the changes each season brings.
Blue
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The photo ...
reminds me of Narnia.
I think you mean shudders in line two. Otherwise, not a bad job.
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Yes,of course it is.I knew that too,blame it on mind fuzzy cob webs of "if you don't use it ,you tend to loose it".And thank you not only for edit but in fact for reading. I'd written it for a contest,then decided to not enter.
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