Seasons Of The Split Mind

Insight into the different sides of my personality through poetic form. No specific rhyming pattern, just a 'structured rambling' really (:

She stands centurion, statuary; like stone she abides

To a calming stillness when embracing her differing sides.

At her front is the Snow Queen, ice-skinned and blue-lipped,

And behind there lies a wicked tongue, 

Her wintry weapon cold enough to freeze beer.

Her left side emits a tiny bud,

A reminder that Springtime is near.

Grow, little snowdrop: a figment in the season of new beginnings

Pushing through Winter's bracken, it yearns to be seen

Before it is crushed by hot summer's right hand.

Scorching and fiery it burns the bud clean

Away, away with the coolness that seeps

Through the wound of the burn Summer brings with the heat.

She would wish for the shade to cool her skin and

Heal burning blisters; the result of clenched fists.

At her back is the side that lies dormant and hidden,

Masked with leaves of red, gold and green

Blanketed, camoflagued, to protect the one side she can't see.

Nearing Winter, yet clutching to Summer

In between is the season that claws at her skin.

She remembers September, the month coloured ember

Yet tinted mahogany red.

Blood soils their hands as they held the knives

They plunged deep in her back 'til she lay half dead.

Cloaked in Autumn she now strides,

Shrouded in leaves, now shielding all sides.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Beautiful imagery runs through this poem! Winter is death for me too! Live for summer die for winter! I love the line "In between is the season that claws at her skin" Great Write!