The Collections Poems (2)

(Kingdoms of Old) /Orthonian Classic/

Swords shall chip, knights shall fall

And walls will break back into stones.

Kings grow old and wither away

And build a new land on these ancient bones.

Kingdoms.

(Winter Is Coming) /Orthonian Classic/

Through the frosted pane on the cabin’s side

Creatures of the wood are beginning to hide.

Leaves turn sour and begin to fall

Traitors of the summer trees tall.

Winter.

(Melting Away) /Dikourian Classic/

The snowflake is an icy unique ---

Rare beauty trapped inside time.

Crystal arms grasp for life

Only to be melted soon…

(Dreaded Frost) /Dikourian Classic/

Dreaded frost cuts your face

Chilling you to the bones

Marrow freezes, blood is solid

Flesh turns purple under expensive furs

Nothing stops it, Ur’s cold breath

The sun is useless against this onslaught

You’ll find warmth with the cows, the hens and dogs

Live honourable and freeze, traitorous and alive

Your breath is like the geysers of steam from Ekron

It warms you, and you’ll feel bliss

Your eyes burn from the cold brilliance

and tears stream down your cheek

The onlything than can warm your mind

is that spring is surly on the way...

(The Weevil People)

Normal bodies, and misshapen heads

Whispering to kids with stolen voices.

You will come out, then they’ll pounce

It’s the Weevil People!

Run.

(These poems are inspired by the stories inside of my books that I’m currently writing, and their different takes on culture and poetry. Three of the poems are winter related, inspired by my strong dislike of the season (You have never seen winter until you’ve seen a Saskatchewan winter, snow 10 feet deep, - 40 degree wind gusts, and a landscape so bright it burns your eyes). The last poem was inspired by a recent post by Veronica Coldiron; titled “The Time of Our Lives”. I hoped you enjoyed these poems (Which most of them were done in an iatdouziac style).