Summer has thawed your quaint anxieties
Puritanical shyness melts quickly
Ancient are some carnal realities
Touched by water and light, who is sickly?
Serene and safe are these lovely bathers
Oblivious to the painter’s keen eye
No lusty voyeur, beauty he gathers
The better to time and decay defy
The sources of these sweet simulacra
Swam warm and naked through a bygone time
Paint and brushes have power macabre
Making you ageless, like meter and rhyme
Lifted out of the temporal river
Centuries hence will see your pale shiver
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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You've bestowed quite a sage narrative voice to the narrator/painter! Lovely work, D.J.!
Perfection
So well done!
Oooo, simulacra is a new word for me. Loved your poem!