Friday, November 14, 2014

the mirrors of time





Paper leaves crowned her head
shivering in the moonlight.
An organ groaned, soft and clear,
drifting off from star-heights

The night bats hovered overhead,
scorning humanity
as the little child poured her tea
in cracking pottery.

Eyes blinked in the blackness
as the wolves gathered around
warding off the evils
that haunted the hunting ground.

Life sprung from the dirt
and the leaves fell from above
as Autumn sang a tuneless breeze
and the child hummed a song.

Her voice chanted a lullaby
and the nymphs fell asleep;
the moon sang of soft remorse
and Summer didn't peep.

Sparks shattered the shadows
like a golden firework
as the little girl nodded off
and the pottery broke.

A sharp wind tore the moon
and split her crown in half
as the child dreamt a nightmare
of Autumn's untimed death.

An eerie carol rode the howl
as Christmas flitted past
and the year screamed of birthing pains
as it breathed its hour last.

The sky exploded orange and blue
as the new year burst forth
but the child slept until the May
when Spring rapped on the door.

Upon the threshold she stood gaily
a daylily in her hand
and the child sprang with joyfilled glee
as sleep dripped off the land.

A shining glow filled the earth
as memories grew back
and Spring breathed a newfound love
when life did not lack.

The little maiden was child again
and her pottery made new
as she skipped off to breakfast
through the sunlight's sprinkled dew.

© 2015 by Emily Chapman

11 comments:

  1. This is such a beautiful poem! I really really like the imagery and how you cater to multiple senses. My favorite lines are:

    "as Autumn sang a tuneless breeze
    and the child hummed a song.

    Her voice chanted a lullaby
    and the nymphs fell asleep;"

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  2. So, so, so beautiful!!! Have I ever told you how talented you are?! =)

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    1. You might have. ;) YOU ARE SO TALENTED TOO. I absolutely love IT TOOK A WAR.

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    1. Thank you, dear one! And thank you for commenting. :)

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  4. This is lovely, Emily! Do you write poetry often or do you only dabble in it?

    The imagery here is very well done:


    "Sparks shattered the shadows
    like a golden firework
    as the little girl nodded off
    and the pottery broke.

    A sharp wind tore the moon
    and split her crown in half
    as the child dreamt a nightmare
    of Autumn's untimed death."

    If you ever write a fantasy series, I can see you including some of your own poetry. Just like Stengl and Tolkien. =)

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    1. I only dabble in it, really. I've never written a poem that reaches my satisfaction. That is, until now. Perhaps I'll pick it up more in the future.

      And why gee. To be even vaguely compared to Stengl or Tolkien is like nectar to the soul. ^.^ I'm quite flattered that you would speculate that! Thanks, dear. :)

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  5. Wow! This was truly beautiful. I've been really enjoying reading your blog and would love to be blogging buddies! In fact, I wanted to let you know that I nominated you for the blog buddies award on my blog!

    http://youngladyexplorer.blogspot.com/2014/11/best-blogging-buddies-award.html

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    1. Thanks, Susanna! This makes me happy. ^.^

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  6. Wow Emily. Wow. You are a beautiful poetess.

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