Rise now
Oh winter winds
Rise!
send forth your frosty vanguard
drain the moisture
from the air
before it ripping the breath
from the lungs
unleash the host of
the Old God’s domain
the frost remembers
an ancient era
before warmth
before man
when there was only cold
The frost reaches forth
ice tempers fire
a connection forged
to times
when trolls and dwarves
and wraiths and ghosts
hunted those
boldly venturing
forth from firesides
a shiver up the spine
independent
of the breath
hanging
before bluing lips
did those pioneers
envision
imagine
it be their soul
departing
puff by labored puff
and might
that demise
that quiet drift into
frozen darkness
be preferred
to another night
in deepest winter’s dark
for aye
the frost remembers
those bygone days
before the sun and stars
when only the cold
reigned
frosted fingers creep forth
over crackling grass
and fallen leaves
remnants
Rise now!
Oh winter winds
Rise!
and remind us
who once ruled
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Comments (6)
The connection between the cold and death the idea of the frost remembering is so powerful. It adds a layer of depth to the poem that makes it more than just about winter.
A trillion years for the authors note just to beat the Hubler. But FFS Matt. This was excellent and reminds me why I hate winter but it does evoke magic and memory. Well done sir
It was chilling enough before you started in with frosted fingers!
A call to arms! Loved the pacing and it ticked along with an urgency that felt appropriate!
Me too. Great personification, Matthew. Winter in all its majesty.
I feel frostbitten after reading this (and rightly so). It was a wonderful journey of the senses. And a million yeses for that author's note!!