He wraps the world in downy quilt,
as soft and pure as dove's white plume,
but on the wind a whispered phrase,
a sigh, that said beware, beware.
Here, where the pines sway and moan,
and hawk's cry echoes through the peaks,
a lesson learned, respect the beast
who leaves no paw-mark in the snow.
His allies are the raging wind,
the mists that fall, beguiling mind,
and in the drifts of virgin white
death sings an opiate lullaby.
Such beauty, yes, but raise your guard,
prepare yourself before he comes,
for every wise mountain man
knows the season of the beast.
A contest entry
- Prompt 121 by crivanea.
700 points, ended November 10, 13 entries
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i like the repetition of the word beast..actually i thought beauty/beast all the way
beautiful flow here..
creativity: 4/5
imagery: 5/5
diction: 5/5
impact: 6/10
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It really does present winter in a fearsome guise, the way it truly is. The imagery, perhaps partly because I love the hard stark glory of wild winter, is beautiful. Winter, for most of human history, meant peril and hardship. We forget this, remembering only snow angels.
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