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
