Sunday, December 11, 2016

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THEY WALK IN THE NIGHT
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They strolled arm in arm, happily, unhurried,
Snow and winter.
They were made for each other, folks would
Always say.
Behind them, cabin trailed, of wood sturdy
For she was all that.
A being of forest and trees, made to withstand
Inevitable change.

II
She seemed sad though, in a season of wonderland,
What could it be that she lacked?
Surely not hearth, fire, nor ice, nor stocking
Awaiting Santa.

III
Ceteris paribus; lurking, stalking, that
Magical night.
Unseen by those, too busy with metrical cares,
Soul of the poet.
THEY WALK IN THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2016

Written for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly:
Snow Birthed Tales
Using Jenny Leslie’s photo as inspiration, to craft a new poem or story, while keeping in mind the following guidelines:
If you choose Poetry- please write 13 lines or fewer
- use one (or all) of these words: snow, cabin, ice

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courtesy Imaginary Garden Jenny Leslie's image


12 comments:

  1. An intriguing portrait - a being of forest and trees.

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  2. Thanks for your appreciation Kerry

    much love...

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  3. Oooh this is beautiful and enthralling, Gillena❤️

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  4. I wonder if she ever figures out what's missing...

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    1. Happy you dropped in to read mine Magaly. Thanks for a really challenging prompt

      much love...

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  5. The winter weather will bring out the contemplative side of all things

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rommy

      Much love...

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  6. 🎶thanks for dropping in

    Much love...

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  7. She has everything to make her happy, but....

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  8. Her unhappiness is due to her not being conscious of her poetry soul

    Glad you dropped in Margaret

    much love...

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