Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Winter wishes

Northern wind, ice crystals, seeds of darkness            
Circle our lips with gold, bright as sunflowers
Our hair grows white, buried under furs & pelts
Northern wind, ice crystals, seeds of darkness           
Drift by quickly, our hands are teal with frost
Watching night sky slow dance with balding moon

      ~0~0~



strand by strand 
feathers & hair entwine for a lass 
     more than a wig, a face to raise her voice:
     begone from whitening my limbs, 
     fever & scourge, begone ! 
     


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Two "hair" poems ~ hosted by Anthony Desmond ~

Picture credit:   here

35 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Grace. You must be in the thick of that terrible blizzard right now. Stay safe! I love the image of the night sky slow dancing with the balding moon.

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  2. Dear Grace

    So wonderful! Love your winter wishes.... so sensetive...

    Winterhugs from
    JetteMajken

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  3. wow. hopefully we are not forced to be in doors long enough for our hair to go white from lack of sun....it can surely feel like it...a cold wind here today that sucks the breath out of you...but we avoided the blizzard...if it is going to be cold i would at least like the snow...to play and keep warm...interesting mystical feel to this as well

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  4. Congestion has me feeling like winter's hair is stuck up my nose... No blizzard here, but wind'll blow you back in the door... Well written piece, Grace. Loved our hands are teal with frost, cause my lips are at the moment... heheheh

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  5. a very nice personification of winter here... the ice and cold but also the breath-taking beauty - love the part with feather and hair entwining esp.

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  6. Well, this is a winter poem if ever there was one. I really resonate with the 'ice crystals' which I can feel in the winter air. And the night sky dancing with the balding moon? Ha, what a flirt!

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  7. It is storming over where I am, and I can sympathize with you and this cold blustery winds. Already there is a whole two feet of snow.

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  8. Like a snowqueen you go in to that frosty air.. I can see it in those images of white hair and frost.. like condensing rime in the hair... the moon usually means it's super cold.

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  9. White hair blondes can be stunning, both men & women; terrific duo of poems, Grace; the first one resonates most with me. We, thank God, on the coast of WA state, are having (knock on wood) a very mild snowless rainy winter; which I did; hate snow, hate driving in it & am surrounded by hills & mountains; tire chains are not my friend.

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  10. I adore Bjorn's reference to you as a Snow Queen, chilly beauteous royalty.

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  11. Beautiful, my favorite image is, Watching night sky slow dance with balding moon.

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  12. Yes, the balding moon is a perfect contrast with hair.

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  13. The first poem is a very apt one for the season. You have captured what we see and, most important, how it makes us feel.

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  14. "watching night sky slow dance with balding moon" Beautiful!

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  15. Wow, Grace. Beautiful! Stay warm and safe. xo

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  16. So moving and all your imagery words breath new life on this earth.

    Love this poem.

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  17. I agree with all the crap we got, begone indeed

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  18. I love all your poems, and today I found something interesting on your blog, the link to Brooke Shadden's website. Very interesting!

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  19. Winter is stunning, isn't she?! Especially like "hands teal with frost" and the "slow dance with balding moon"...

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  20. the "balding moon" was a wonderful touch to a "hair" poem :-)

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  21. Wonderful how you weave together the hair prompt and the beauty of the season. Just loved this.

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  22. balding moon - lovely. And winter does take a toll on the hair… no more furs and hats - I'm ready for a summer breeze :)

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  23. "Slow dance with balding moon" was extremely well done. How beautifully you have captured the winter...

    ~Prajakta

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  24. Oh my, "hands teal with frost' and dancing with a balding moon...simply lovely, Grace and the photo is perfect for the poem or vice versa ;)

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  25. Ahh.. the feathers of snow.. are falling hard and light.. leading hair to limp and fallen beauty..:)

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  26. As a lover of winter, I find this to be quite beautiful :)

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  27. It is white outside my home, a land covered by snow… not as beautiful and evocative as your poem, though.

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  28. I think it was appropriate that I checked the "cool" box in rating your poems. I shivered reading the first one...teal hands...you make me want to go out and freeze my hands with that description!

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  29. Mmmm, love that balding moon and hands teal with frost. Really wonderful imagery and words! :-)

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  30. Lovely - but makes me yearn for spring

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  31. Whew--I can feel the freeze from here! Hands "teal with frost" --that is one cold image!

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  32. I know it's not all fun, but this makes me want to experience winter for a bit. :)

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  33. I'd take summer over winter anytime! But this magical piece of poetry is filled with such enchanting imagery... I just can't help but want to feel that chilly winter on my skin!

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  34. Slow dancing with the balding moon . . . fever & scourge, begone ! I dare say. Wonderful, this!

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