white-out
more snow.
winter is a hag dressed in pristine furs, fine silks and velvets. the careful cut of her exquisite garments cannot quite disguise the skeleton-thin wasteland of flesh beneath them. the glitter of her jewels serve only to draw attention to her sallow complection and loose, sagging skin. her friends have finally deserted her, for she's abused her nearest and dearest. there are none left in her closest circle but the dastardly merchants who profit from her excesses. and even they keep at a safe distance, since she's started filing her teeth into razor-sharp points of ice. on her lips is the cold kiss of death, sucking life and color from the land that feeds and nurtures us.
begone, harbinger of blindness, starvation and desolation!
winter is a hag dressed in pristine furs, fine silks and velvets. the careful cut of her exquisite garments cannot quite disguise the skeleton-thin wasteland of flesh beneath them. the glitter of her jewels serve only to draw attention to her sallow complection and loose, sagging skin. her friends have finally deserted her, for she's abused her nearest and dearest. there are none left in her closest circle but the dastardly merchants who profit from her excesses. and even they keep at a safe distance, since she's started filing her teeth into razor-sharp points of ice. on her lips is the cold kiss of death, sucking life and color from the land that feeds and nurtures us.
begone, harbinger of blindness, starvation and desolation!
posted by grannyfiddler at 11:43 AM
6 Comments:
I assume from this you're weary of the cold weather.
We've switched our cold for chilly and damp.
Hi,
I like your descriptive words, but it paints the ice Queen in my head.
Janice~
longing for proper spring and warmth here too.
Elsewhere I think she's called the Snow Queen..
A very evocative piece of writing. I tried to compose these few lines in an attempt to capture my own interpretation of your splendid writing and from what I know about you.
I called it the Spirit of the Great White Cloud!!
Spirit pf the Great White Cloud
Razor sharp ice I do despair
Jewels of nature, ground lay bare
No reason for a winter’s mirth
Nature ices over her mighty girth
Skin and bones all that remains
Mankind’s conquests, all in vain
Cry of snow geese I strain to hear
Sounds of harp sadder notes I fear
granny - yes, most weary, in body and soul. we've had record snowfalls, abundant storms, and more weather related fatal vehicle accidents in this one winter than i can remember the season ever bringing before.
janice - the ice queen lives in my neighborhood. and all her sisters and cousins are on the other side of town. they're not good neighbors.
claire - i drop by your 'place' frequently to gaze longingly on your lovely photos and lift my spirits.
granny p - i think the snow queen and the ice queen may be twins... or even clones. i begin to understand how the creatures in Narnia felt.
lindsay - you rhyme the words of winter. and how i miss the calls of the geese! but we won't be seeing them for some time yet. the harp and fiddle have been sounding a good many tunes in minor keys of late.
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