2013 Poetry Theme Challenges
#24 Winter Wonderland
Thank you all who took up the last challenge. I hope this next one provides you some food for the muse. As we are all
gearing up to the festivities I thought something reflecting that would be fun, be it good or bad share your thoughts.
Quote - O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Happy quilling to you all
The clocks go back tonight at two
Six months now of lighter eves
From the morning daylight thieves
We'll all be sad when it is through.
Those who dislike it, are very few
But some would argue who believe
In balance, when days start and leave
That would cater for just a few.
But winter is the blackest bit
In darkness out of bed we go forth
But on summers eves we sit
Outdoors and enjoy the warmth
A pleasanter time you must admit
Than indoors on a winter month.
Winters black cloak now covers all the land
spreading her dark cold fingers freezing life
the colours of life now hidden from mind
withdrawn and sleeping from winters strife.
I meet thee my love, sheltered safe from harm
outside as weather rages with storms sleeting
inside soft candles light and log fires warm
tightly holding each other, kissing, greeting.
Music, soft sensuous rhythms fill the room
whilst we closely dance, touching, exploring
flashes of passion explode dispelling the gloom
Soft gasps and moans fill the room of loving
And now we pair look into each others eyes
All seeing in love filling the room with our sighs.
Winter Wonderland by faryewing
Hir a thoddaid Sonnet
Wiping away the mist from frosted glass
Summers spectacle appears from my greenhouse
Outside’s desolate scene of winters grass
Merely hides a season that soon will pass
Budding plants and such will be transplanted
Springs gentle touch will be there at last.
No hope is given by the present sight,
This dull dank day transcends from duller night.
No hope is promised except that of right
That summer wins through this seasonal fight.
Budding seedlings wave from their small black nest
Feeling warm and brave, as well they might.
Winters moods are full of darkness and gloom
But light and Spring will be upon us soon.
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I who had perished have since been known
To return to earth as a leaf that has blown
Within the autumn winds of heavens breath
I who vowed to return from a silent death
Warmth of love I shall once more possess
But winters snow and frosts bestown me
As I lay neath the shade of a willow tree
May it be that fingers of frost caress
Shall melt deep within this loving heart
An eternity of vows that shall not depart
It is a cruel winters wind that shall blow
As hearts repossess true love as in art
Shall warmth return upon a summers sky
Where all shall bequeath an eternal sigh.
Dreamer Of Dreams
Dreamer of dreams from a far of ocean
pray tell me what do you dream tonight
before darkness upon thee turns to light
upon thy mystic journey of ice and snow
unto a fantasy world sweet dreamers go
where all around shall be gistening bright
within arctic regions of polar bears white
when the northern lights mystically show
magical fantasies within this wonderland
to awaken from shall soon break the spell
thou may only retrieve within thy dreams
fantasy of dreams may never be planned
remaining ever where only time shall tell
when fantasies within slumber redeems
the next dream may be of desert sands.
Ghost of Winte Past
It is I the ghost of winters passed
suffered of hunger and bitter cold
forsaken to die with no future cast
not to survive no chance to grow old
in a land of plenty why must I fast
tho' perish I must deep within my fold
once we shared a land full of plenty
'fore we had gained much uncertainty
fittest of all was the cunning of man
when a wolf bowed his head in grief
howled to the moon just one more time
it was never to be within humane plan
upon winter season like the fallen leaf
it was I the ghost paid for their crime.
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Peter Willowdown and Maryse Achong
I stand upon the old stone bridge
and watch the river's submerged dream:
silver-mailed paladins challenge
each other to fantastic duels
to win the favour of green-tressed ladies
with limbs as sinuous as moonlight.
From a cave in the Viridian Forest
Old Man Pike surveys all with
a cold and calculating eye;
when he is ready he will strike,
unmindful of the shadows of swans
or the yet more tenuous shadows of
clouds that drift in the high afternoon
from whose golden swoon
flakes of sophorific sunlight drift down
and settle over all the world
making it a place of ensorcelled enchantment.
I drop a stone into the river
-paladins and maidens scatter
but Old Man Pike does not stir or quiver.
A passing swan eyes me disparagingly;
a fox trots out of a nearby copse
and winks at me as if to say
"Yes, it is pleasant to disturb the
two comfortable realities of others
once in a while," and bares
his teeth in a knowing smile.
A sudden gust of wind disturbs the air
and a shadow passes over me,
some sense of autumn or winter to come
as an unseen god stirs the atmosphere
with a stick.
I turn my back on the river and move on.
The Whispering Rose
The whispering rose infiltrated my dreams
and told me a story
but when I woke the next morning
I could recall little of its details
though its sweetness and perfume
remaining with me all morning
and much of the afternoon.
The story lies embedded in my heart
And although I am unable to relate
It to anyone
Every now and then some thought
Or feeling fills my being and I
Recognise it, as if from some distant dream.
It warms my heart, brings comfort on dark days
And smiles when tears threaten to fall..
The whispers linger on.
One night as a child the Rose visited me
and, lifting me gently up in her arms,
carried me to a wonderful land beyond the North Pole.
A family of happy Inuit fed us on different flavoured ices
and cakes made from tender herbal meat.
They had a little replica of the Pole in their garden
and we danced around it with snow-gnomes and several Reindeer.
When I woke the next day I thought it was all very queer
as it was still only May!
I never got the chance to go again
But unlike the whispers, those memories are crystal clear
And sometimes I just sit and revel in the past.
And must confess that I regret that those
Times did not last.
Life is short - anyday now I expect to hear the call
to leave this fragile land
and I will be reunited with my mystic Rose.
Intelligent beings throughout the myrisd universes
acknowedge her supremacy in all things.
Remember me if you will
as one who knew and loved her,
although I hardly knew her.
Farewell my brothers and sisters
- cultivate her presence
and seek to see her everywhere.
Farewell and happy travelling.
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