When Winter Bid Summer Goodbye

Her livid lips urge to release a word of plea to Winter’s ashen heart.

But what would untold words do any remedy to her famished heart

... whispering odes of a lovelorn to Luna’s darkly ebony cape.

 

Her eyes of burning sapphire turned stone cold

Her golden flux hair fell limp to her feet, planted on the deceitful crust

Her bright saccharine smiles faded away

… gone with the golden lilies.

 

Her hopes, boundless and unceasing as the Utopian sky, await for Winter’s chilling touch.

Ages went by, civilizations rose and fell…

her hopes, once boundless and unceasing as the Utopian sky, came crashing down... a ghastly star, seething deep in the sinful crust.

Her once warm, life- giving rays brought death to the mortals

Her spittle of molten lava incinerated everything that spoke of love

Hatred and melancholy, concocted perfectly. 

 

And to what dismay? Winter’s kiss never again landed on her sunflower- petal cheek

Nor did she ever again shiver from his arctic touch.

 

Hatred emblazoning her chariot, as she strides within lies

 … lies she never knew

... lies, Winter knew none of

But one thing could not have been truer

Death was never a death of a yearning, a yearning that came by fleeting

 

Words untold, stories retold

Or was that reality…

was never meant to be spun by their fate's thread.

 

 

      

 

Author's Note

Cover art done by my brother and I. Sorry it took quite long and still, we were lazy.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"Her eyes of burning sapphire turned stone cold
Her golden flux hair fell limp to her feet, planted on the deceitful crust
Her bright saccharine smiles faded away
… gone with the golden lilies." Wow! A surreal, melancholy piece. Loved the artistic pic as well. Great write...amazing!

[akihsna]

Oh boy! That's fabulous!

[Corset]

Yes, what Robbie said, that is my favorite part also, very artfully painted in bold colors. :)

[Steven]

You're fantastic at art. And this piece was very well written. Poignant and sharp, insistent. I felt like I was being led--pulled in a direction I may not want to go. And getting there, I was alone, looking down the road of a bridge. Nice write.

[Art]

creative expressions...thoughts that bring tribute to summer and winter...and yet one feels the inner story from within...nice...

[Kaylor Mason]

Impressive

[Leslie Marie]

Beautiful! Lovely flow and imagery.

[no sun]

What an incredibly unique and brilliantly descriptive poem. Wow!!!

[Kuhr Gred]

wow.. both your photo and your poem.. are amazing.. the way how you express your emotions.. :) it's like a short story.. but anyway I LIKE IT :)
- Kuhr Gred

[GunMetal]

Your description is captivating and left me awestruck.
"Luna’s darkly ebony cape"
"Her bright saccharine smiles"
Holy crap.
This definitely felt like a myth. Like a story for the ages of how a great drought came to be. Or even, in a sense, a parable of a woman scorned (assuming Winter had scorned her). No mater the interpretation, this is a beautiful poem, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.