When winter's hollow chill bereaves
The changing days of all their heat,
And nature in its ashes grieves
At winter's chill,
And day and evening too soon meet
And snow upon the branches heaves,
Thrown by the winds so wild and fleet -
Then there beneath the frozen eaves,
I'll warm you with my love so sweet
While breath a love-sick pattern weaves
In winter's chill.
Author notes
a roundel, just something I was playing with and didn't think too much about. . .
don't know how good it really is. . .
A contest entry
- Make me want to fall in love by Spiritual Soul.
1200 points, ended May 28, 29 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 10 Options {Pre-writes aloud} by Little Lesley.
700 points, ended August 28, 109 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
your opinion, if you please. . .
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Your imagery is so ravashing. It's a remarkable poem.
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thanks!
glad you think so... 
Elinor
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That's sweet! It's brilliant and amazing! I love your rhyme! It's so adorable! Congratulations on your bronze trophy! You deserved it! Thanks for entering my contest!
Good Luck~~!
♥~Little Lesley~♥ -
This is a really sweet and well constructed poem. The repetition binds it together well with the first two verses of description leading to that last stanza of real meaning. Good work.
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This is amazing! So beautiful, you use such vivid images in this short piece, I love it! I don't really know what roundel is, but I'm sure you did it right, because this was beautiful!
thanks for your entry!
Blessings,
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This is fantastic! A beautiful gorgeous, lush roundel! I can't tell you how much I loved this poem....
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I love this, Elinor! The scheme and rhythm in themselves were very well done, weaving together a wonderful poem of love at the break of winter. Nicely done. Keep it up!
Dan
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not simple!
A good use of the form that after its second and third read even impressed me more. You have a way with language that has come to make me believe that you have a ghost writer.
No 18 year old can write this well! I'm giving up poetry. It just isn't fair!
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"just something I was playing with and didn't think too much about......." I wish the things that I was just playing with and didn't think too much about came off so spectacularly.
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it really isn't that bad. it is simple and sweet.
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