Defiance…

 

I love this poem. It speaks to me. Penned by a wonderful poet and posted on the Winter Solstice, I still think of it well into the New Year. I wanted to share it with you all on this day of light and hope: February 1st. A day that marks the halfway point between the first day of winter and the first day of spring.

Enjoy this gorgeous piece and check out Eric’s poetry at his blog, My Sword and Shield. ❤

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She is bruised
but
She is not broken
She coils
around her heart
like the warm earth
embraces the seed
protecting it
from the frozen world above
gathering her strength
until the spring
when she shall rise
and the world shall bear witness
to her beauty
in bright vermillion
courage

*authors note: Another tribute to all the brave female hearts I am privileged to know.

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Flurries

 

Snowflakes drifting down

Nestling between pine needles

Dusting robin’s wings

Sugar-coated berries charm

Breaking stillness, birds take flight

 

 

 

I’ve taken on another of Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. This week’s challenge is to write a Tanka poem (5/7/5/7/7) with the words ‘charm’ & ‘touch’ in it. (I didn’t cheat. 🙂 You can use synonyms and, in this case, I used “nestle” in place of “touch”.)

 

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Changes

 

The death of nature

Brings such beauty to our world

Earth regenerates

Leaves change, decorate Autumn

Give way to Winter’s frosting

 

 

 

I’ve taken on another of Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. My first of the new year. This week’s challenge is to write a Tanka poem (5/7/5/7/7) with the words ‘change’ & ‘beauty’ in it.

 

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Lover’s Waltz

 

We danced in moonlight

Amber autumn leaves twirling

Cool breezes rush in

Laughter fades as we see loss

In time, winter takes our dance

 

 

Here’s another attempt at Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. As I’ve said, poetry is not my thing. But I do love a challenge and this week is writing a Tanka poem (5/7/5/7/7) with the words ‘time’ & ‘laughter’ in it.

 

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Home for the Holidays

My sister wakes me.

She puts a finger to her lips and we pad down the hall in our fleece footie pyjamas. It is still dark so she holds my hand on the stairs.

Our parents stand in the dining room. I feel strange—like it’s snowing inside. There is quiet and cold here. Our da stares at something on the floor: a Christmas stocking.

I don’t understand why it’s in our house. We don’t have stockings. Or a tree with ornaments.

“There’s a note,” Da says.

My sister points to the shattered window. We are not welcome here.

 

 

December 3 Prompt: Dissonance and Holidays (Write a story that pairs something seasonal with something odd.)
My two words are: Stocking and Window
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch