Monday, April 3, 2017

Wake

It is warm and wet,
but still winter,
despite the spring wish
on the wind
that whispers wake.
Winter winks his weather eye -
it's still his time.
Warm and wet
for this circle and tilt,
for this spin and slant
but the stay of the sun
will be too short
for suckling -
just enough to stir
the sluggish blood
of stem and bud
with whispers wake.

Winter, blind your weather eye!
With a sigh, I eye Old Winter -
withering, winnowing Winter -
not wicked, but wise to cling to the ancient turnings
and yearnings of before and always.

My half-formed flowers,
wintered still-births;
my blooms undone by night
winds from the north
that whisper
and wail like witches
at Winter's wake.

A rough draft for Magaly's prompt at Real Toads 
Still tinkering with it

10 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

The repetition is very effecting. The reminder that it is still winter, even after spring is supposed to be here keeps us from forgetting that things are dying... out of time.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Something magical in these lines, MZ.. all the lovely W sounds together.

paulscribbles said...

blooms undone...such a potent phrase.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fantastic! your closing is especially good, the whispering and wailing like witches in winter's wind.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--The last stanza is my favorite.

This is epic in length, compared to most of your poems. ;) And this is rough? I'd like to be capable of such rough writing.

grapeling said...

your rough drafts are gale force, MZ ~

Sanaa Rizvi said...

My half-formed flowers,
wintered still-births;
my blooms undone by night
winds from the north
that whisper
and wail like witches
at Winter's wake.

Beautifully haunting!!❤️

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

The alliteration and repetition create a mounting feeling of doom.

brudberg said...

The alliteration on w adds so much... your poem is breath

Susie Clevenger said...

Awesome! I love your ending!!