Saturday, August 15, 2015

Erica's Winter (for Ekka) - Prose 2006



Erica’s Winter

With eyebrows hinged in the middle                                     
And weighted towards the outer edge                                              
A worry-worn expression
On your porcelain visage                                                       

What murders come to you at night?
What fiendish beasts come up behind?
What demons, indeed what treasons
Make beauty like yours halt and cry?

Deep currents run ‘neath icy caps
As leafless trees watch closely by
The shrill wind blows and weak limbs snap
But - winter’s death itself soon dies

And furthermore look towards the sky
That greatest light which shines afar
Melts away the hoary frost,
Illumes the moon that dims the stars

So un-weight those outer edges
And with faith grab whatever ring
For under orangey skies you’ll see
You will achieve your fondest dreams

Ekka from Daddy
February 14, 2006

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