The Medusa sun
tempts with her warm gaze,
turns to stone
our summer memories
as wintery ghosts invade,
shivering below icy sheets,
startled and afraid.
Sharpened icicles
steal droplets of rain,
headless guardians
frozen only after their
essence has been drained,
forming fresh coils
in next year’s poisoned,
serpentine soil.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
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Lovely imagery and photos!
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Thank you, Worms. It was a bit of a shock, but we found our winter wear and the snow is really quite lovely.
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Amazing piece, K. Love the visuals and flow.💕
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Thank you kindly, Grace. It was a fun write, and actually my daughter who asked about Medusa on our long car ride.
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Truly my pleasure. Great inspiration for this piece. Truly enjoyed.💕
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Perfect poem.
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Is that a euphemism for something. Thank you. 😊
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At 5 am I can’t even spell euphemism, let alone use one.
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you capture the changing of the seasons startlingly well 🙂
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Thank you kindly, John. Changing seasons and years. Lots to process and so it goes…
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I got a new firmism after the old one bust! Nice poem, Karen
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Love the clever image of a medusa sun, turning memories to stone. Great poem K.
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Thank you. I like this idea as well. I’ll need to revisit it.
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Such magical imagery sprinkled with vivid descriptions! Beautifully written. 🙂
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Thanks, Tom. I enjoy mythology, and my daughter asked about Medusa, well she inspired me.
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