Creation trembles
as the Goddess sings new life
in the hours of birthing.
A pregnant pause
hammers down, quicksilver precision
splits the night in half,
covers the earth
with a bed of tears.
The soil rejoices as a choir of green
in legato breaks through winter's barriers.
Author notes
Winter relinquishes its hold on earth.
A contest entry
- Quick - 30 minutes by StormGoddess.
300 points, ended April 22, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A very special write. Congrats on the trophy, it really was a fresh and unique interpretation
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very good like the flow you have going through it I like this you did a very good job on this
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Ah, this works for the prompt well. Nice interpretation. Thank you for entering and good luck. Storm
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