The Trouble With Golems

The girl who loved winter

was lonely

and cold

She liked the cold

but the loneliness

made her cry

Her tears were warm

and salty

like a good melancholy broth should be

The girl who loved winter

wanted to wrap herself around someone

to feel the kisses of lips, not just snowflakes

to feel the nip upon her neck

of something other than

the cold wind

That night, the girl who loved winter

wished upon all the stars

in the winter circle

Upon rising, she found

not a lover

but cold, hard earth

Never one to take ‘no’ for an answer

the girl who loved winter

set to work

She put on her robe

(she didn’t have a white robe, just pink

but it soon became white with snow)

She kneaded

She molded

She wrote of truth and of her god

The girl who loved winter

made a golem

and told it to love her

At first it was great

an attentive yet silent lover

always at her bidding

But then she started feeling bored

Suffocated and, frankly, 

all that mud everywhere was getting tiresome

The girl who loved winter

knew it was time for the golem to die

But how does one bury a pile of earth?

The girl who loved winter

 buried the golem under a blanket of snow

with a snow angel on top.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Fridays, Do You Believe In Magic? 

to read more about the legend of the golem (he's like Frankenstein, only Jewish!), see  http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Judaism/Golem.html