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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Girl Who Loved Winter Sleeps

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
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.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Morpheus

Neil Gaiman's The Sandman
picture source
 
When night's black hand chokes out the light
You pray like hell to fall asleep
And there find madness or delight
You're in the Dreaming, dark and deep

Within this realm, King Dream does rule
This is the land he calls his home
The dreams he conjures may be cruel
Beware the time after the gloam

What you expect is what you see
Sand in your eyes, you sleep and then
When dreams become reality
You may not ever wake again.