Winter’s Passing

Now I can see no sky above your space,
For dark clouds hide the blue that may be there.
The air is full of rain that pelts my face,
The ground is flood and mud the grieved must bear.
I think of those that live in warmer lands,
And wish myself on beaches by your side,
Or on a dune, our toes beneath the sands;
But no, I am bereaved, with null inside.
Though when the days turn bright, and the sun reveals
Its golden orb again, I shall desire
The small treasures our sodden earth conceals,
When buds and sprouts appear within the mire.
As Spring’s sweet pearls formed ‘neath cold Winter’s blast,
I shall rise from my Winter, strong at last.

 

Two Murders in the Desert

His hair was damp with fear’s cold telling dew.
This game was real, no more was it pretend.
His soul was damned as he the cursed blade drew.

He came into the camp a youth, aglow.
His mentor said, You come, you fight, my friend.
His hair was damp with fear’s cold telling dew.

He stood behind a man they said was foe,
The man whose life he now was set to end.
His soul was damned as he the cursed blade drew.

You want to leave? You fool. You shall not go.
Be strong, you must be brave, you must not bend.
His hair was damp with fear’s cold telling dew.

No game, now real the man who knelt, also
This heinous deed, he could not comprehend.
His soul was damned as he the cursed blade drew.

No home, no path leads back, too late to go.
This tale shall stand to warn my next young friend.
His hair was damp with fear’s cold telling dew.
His soul was damned as he the cursed blade drew.

 

Dona Fox is a poet/short story writer currently living in California. Recently works have been published with Dark Chapter Press (UK) and J Ellington Ashton Press (US). James Ward Kirk Publishing (US) has released two collections of her short stories both available from Amazon, “Darker Tales from the Den” and “Dark Tales from the Den” also available from Barnes and Noble.

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6 Responses

  1. Dona Fox

    Thank you, Chuck. I’m glad you found the first poem good and my description apt. That’s much better than I expected to hear. 🙂
    I fear I may have been too cryptic in my choice of words thus hiding half the meaning of the poem. I’ll wait and see if others are able to read my mind, or perhaps I need to choose my words more carefully.

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  2. Zachary Dilks

    Dona, Winters Passing makes me think of searching for a new beginning while working through some bitter end. It makes me wonder what you may have lost and what you might be searching for.

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