Death of The Sun Girl

She wraps herself up

but she cannot hide 

It slithers into her room

and becomes hell for skin

She shivers through the night

and withers in the day

The death of the sun girl

is about to begin

Like a thief in the night

Snow hides and seizes the path

The path of her beloved forest

Her trees stand tall

Baring it all

They try to comfort her

but they too are lifeless and gone

Their leaves have hid

Their roots have froze 

and all her birds have heard the word

The sun girl is dying

There is no where left to go

The numbness will grow

and her heartbeat will slow

The fire she sits by is food for her soul

it warms her and loves her 

kisses her and welcomes her 

but fires do not last forever

fires cannot face this weather

They crackle sigh and they die

sigh and die and crackle

die and crackle and sigh

The sun girl must wait

Her warmth will return

in the meantime the winter is born

and her heart is forlorn

it will be a long war of her own

The time has come to mourn

The sun girl has left

she has gone on a quest

A quest to find more warmth

in her chest there lies a test

a test she will not do alone

She'll find a home

the best kind of nest

The sun girl will live

She will hold her own

The sun girl knows best

She always knows best

Reviews

[Deepak Belbase]

it somehow reminds me of lucy of wordsworth, but difference is that sun girl is still alive... you've consider a fight between nature and a human. sometime i consider sun girl as a nature(fire) and sometimes i thought it as a simple girl... but both thoughts amazed me in the climax... thanks to share

[dan]

a snakeskin perhaps? what this sounds most like, though, is a dislike for the snowy winter and a plea for spring/summer to return if you please (plea?)(redundant?) I may be way off on this one, but I can say without doubt that your writing, the imagery and wordplay, is outstanding. Is it snowy in Ireland in the winter? take care...dan

[Attacca]

"It slithers into her room and becomes hell for skin"

Lovely stuff.

[klawrites]

Wow! This took me on a ride. You have a beautiful way with words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the tale shared in the words.
"She'll find a home
the best kind of nest
The sun girl will live
She will hold her own
The sun girl knows best
She always knows best"
I like the above lines. Left the reader with hope and visions. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

A very nice perspective! It seems you are a nature lover, Kathryn. You have a gift of turning the most natural scenes into something exquisite. The personification is the heart of this poem and its beautifully done.
I enjoyed the imagery very much.
Kudos!

[Yanghwa Hong]

"the numbness will grow and her heartbeat will slow"

love it

[ANTO]

In times of stress or crises humans part-take in various self-comforting - I don't want to say rituals for that adds a whole different dimension to what Im trying to say (my coffee hasnt kicked in yet...lol) - but 'gestures' like wrapping one's arms about oneself.
This read like a poetic self-comforting act - that's it, a 'self comforting act'. The stress evident primarily in the stanza -
"They crackle sigh and they die
sigh and die crackle
die crackle and sigh" - first I was going to suggest removing it for readability but it truly deserves to be there to convey the 'rough time' that Sun Girl is experiencing.
Good one Kathryn.

[Kathryn Smith]

Aw ANTO thanks so much. :) I actually changed the crackle sigh and die part because it was bothering me..but I'll leave it in the original paper just for you! :D Thanks for the great review and have a lovely day. Now I need to go get my coffee!

[wordman]

a profound write,and i can feel her pain,it`s about 27 here tonight