Fear of shadowed rooms

Danced, by wind the snowflakes care
not for tousled hair, nor warmth of breath
exhaled nor death the gravestone harks.
Their mark is soft, they melt on skin,
wet the strain of chin, and touch the tears
from widow’s fear of shadowed rooms.

Passage grave in the snow by Caspar David Friedrich

Passage grave in the snow by Caspar David Friedrich

Kerry wants us to write small at toads inspired by e.e. cummings one this snowflake “haiku”. Inspiration is six line poetry and I did my own variety of a wreathed sestet, using internal rhymes. Just as I wrote this snow started falling outside…

I will link this to poetry pantry tomorrow

55 responses to “Fear of shadowed rooms

    • This leaves a mark like haiku, really. It takes time to settle in, but once it does, it embeds itself deeply. The snowflake, whatever that might represent (a mirror of her sorrow, perhaps), doesn’t seek out the living or the dead, but rather those who live in limbo — a state of living death, like those left behind after great loss or suffering has taken and taken and taken until they are completely empty, yet still carrying around a body. A snowflake carries a kind of unfeelable coldness. By itself, it does no harm. It only kisses her face, where her pain seeps over. Even a few flakes make for friends. It’s when they join hands as an army that they bury her. But then again, buried beneath snow, her body heat can cluster to keep her alive. (I’m reading The Call of the Wild, and this is what the dogs do: sleep under the snow in order to stay warm enough.)

  1. Touching, Bjorn. Widows seem special to me, yours was a bit sorrowful. Snowflakes know. I like your Internal Rhyme scheme too, it adds to the poetry effect.

  2. This is very stylish, Bjorn. I love the ease with which you have included the internal rhymes and hearing you read brings a new level of dark to the overall effect.

  3. There is great magic in this poem (enhanced by your postscript) ..you imagine the softness of snowflakes..the distillation of life..but like each person when they have fallen and melted they have gone..also wonderful to hear you narrating..

  4. This is beaitiful in content and awesome in the use of inspiration; i luv the classical undertones and your use of “harks”

    have a good Sunday; your are invited to to Link to my Monday WRites also

    much love…

  5. Like others, I enjoyed the rhyming here too. I also admire how you created such a somber, yet beautiful mood. The last lines really wrap the narrative in sadness. Great job here Bjorn.

  6. Subtle imagery that conveys the chill of loneliness so effectively. I’m at a place in life where so many friends are dealing with loss and this brings home the stark reality of it all.

  7. there is a certain chill in reading this, not just from the snow and wind, but also from what the widow fears. loneliness, or something else?
    excellent use of internal rhymes. 🙂

  8. The bleak aspect of winter is wonderfully captured here. I miss friends long gone just as it starts to get cold around here. Also, fab job reading! It added a wonderful dimension to the poem.

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