Day 27: NaPoWriMo 2021

Fate, What Foolish Fate

Sometimes I think my path
is too close to the high road,

and then it’s
        too close to the low,

but I prefer the quiet
of snow underfoot, prefer
the quietness in dreams.

It masks the noise of sorrow.
Deaf to loss, and fright.

And then I wake, discover
there are no rainbows at night.

When I was a child,
it snowed deep and high, and
only crows mocked the wind.

Soil, a victim, kidnapped
by a snowdrift,
and snowflakes soft as butterflies
melted on our lashes.

First snow smelled of sunlight,
even in the depths of night.

I remember the first time
I saw blood-stained snow.
It was white,
and iridescent,

        and deathly quiet red.

Fate, what foolish fate.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 27 ref: a greeting card The Blizzard 1935 by Joseph Farquharson ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter

7 responses to “Day 27: NaPoWriMo 2021”

  1. Gosh. Very spooky. Beautiful lines “it masks the noise of sorrow”. “Crows mocked the wind”

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    1. It’s fun to spooky sometimes! A bit of drama…

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  2. A bit of well written drama! Me and Dauphy were hiding behind the couch waiting for the serial killer to make his appearance!


    1. 😂😂 You can both come out now. It’s safe. 😇

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  3. Many paths in life. Good one, Misk!


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