i.
she had known peace,
once;
they say that snow
makes the world silent.
the world curled itself around her,
a silent, soft embrace
snow not falling,
but floating.
the flakes seemed destined
to caress her rosy cheeks
and tangle themselves
into her hair
like leaves
in the open water.
she had known peace,
when all the worlds sounds
and all the worlds people
had gone to sleep.
outside her house,
next to the lights,
as the snow floated
and crunched
and crackled
beneath her feet;
the stars and flakes
the spruces and pines, too
were her only countrymen.
ii.
she had known war, too;
in a field of crop corpses
a war of a always.
this winter,
she knew,
it wanted to kill her.
this winter
was determined to claim her.
her knuckles cracked open
as the skies did too,
and just like the skies did,
she bled.
the skies bled each sunrise
and sunset,
and the moon mocked her;
the moon laughed,
gazing upon her
as she could not sleep,
as she could not eat,
as she could not move on.
she had known war,
as the ice created
a chaos cacophony
underneath her crown;
it was the death of time they sang,
and of all that she had done.
she, decidedly, preferred peace.
but the war,
that was what had made her.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
