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| image by Rosie Hardy, self-portrait |
The girl who loved winter
knew warmth
Kissed by a dream
Morpheus seduced
She slept
Snowflakes fell
like sand in her eyes
The wind rocked her
in its icy arms
and sang to her a haunting lullaby
She slept
a deep and primal sleep
A she-bear in her cave
Embraced by long black hair
A blanket of herself
thick and sweet-smelling
The girl who loved winter
cossetted by the cold
felt warm
The winter sheltered her
like a puppy wrapped in an eiderdown quilt
like a puppy wrapped in an eiderdown quilt
A small beating heart
within the vast whiteness.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, First and Last Lines (in which we are to take a last line from a previous poem and make it the first line of a new one. I used two last lines: The Girl Who Loves Winter III and The Longing and made them my first three lines of this one.
