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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, October 1, 2012

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.


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

6 comments:

Fireblossom said...

*grins* That golem never had it so good. Wait until she goes to art, beats & eats with the dybbuk.

Thanks for being part of my challenge, dearie. I loved this.

Laura said...

"Her tears were warm
and salty
like a good melancholy broth should be" great line and oh the burial with a snow and an angel...love this... a wonderful creative twist on golem tales.

Brian Miller said...

gosh this is a bit of magic...love her writing of her god and truth to find her answers....the mud everywhere is a nice comical touch...but even the simulcron could not fill that void....though i like the tenderness with which she lets it pass...

Scarlet said...

I appreciate the folklore ~ There is an irony is having a silent lover doing all our bidding ~

JustRex said...

That was wonderful.

Touching, poignant and funny.

Thank you!

Bryan White said...

I remember when Frosty melted in that greenhouse when I was a kid. It really freaked me out.

(I'm not sure how relevant that was, but there it is.)