Winter Mistress
by
David Pekrul
copyright 08-10-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
She reaches out with frozen fingers,
tapping on my shoulder,
looking for attention.
Her crisp, clear breath dances about my neck,
causing me to pull on my collar,
and wrap my scarf a little tighter.
She creates a wonderland of magic,
but one so cold that I avoid her presence,
opting instead for the comfort of a warm blanket ,
and cozy fire.
But still, she has her allure.
My curiosity is to know her,
to feel her cold, crystal-like touch,
to feel the numbness in my bones
as she wraps me in her arms.
I hear as it were, a strange quietness,
the stillness of the moment,
the solitude,
and the feeling as if she alone is all I have,
and without her I am nothing.
She captivates me, my Winter Mistress,
my only thought,
my one desire.
Until the warmth of spring breaks the spell,
and I am released from her embrace.
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This is not how you usually write, at least not the ones I have read. It took me a minute but I caught the flow of this one too and I think it is perfect although I cannot relate to your sentiments. I from Texas we like it hot!!!
this is a wonderful piece, and I love how you put yourself in the poem, making it personal.
She captivates me, my Winter Mistress,
my only thought,
my one desire.
that paragraph is just amazing, like you are talking about a real, true person.
the whole poem actually talks to me of a real human being.
this is what my contest is about, seeing the season as a person with true feelings or emotions.
Oh, my philosophical mind is stuck wondering who this mistress really is, that the subject of the poem needs so much. Is this personification or just a reverie about winter?
I'm still shivering. Very well described. I could hear the snow crunching underfoot.
To be honest, I'd Rather see that scene on a Christmas card than for real.
You are welcome to the joys of winter in Canada.......lol.
I'll wait for spring.
Brian
This is a marvelous poem. I was enchanted by the feeling of her chilling breath on my neck as I read this and it's 100 degrees here. Winter Mistress sounds so alluring and I enjoyed this a lot! Anthony
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