Kathryn_aka_Kat
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Winter's Past
The woman, the one with the light cloak and the lighter step, comes back to the tree yet again and searches for the strange packet she'd found before. A new piece of parchment is attached near it but perhaps from a different source than the one she'd left when she first came to this place. This poem is unsigned, the rhyme and rhythm jagged and the beginnings of the lines spell nothing.
Winter's Past --
You lie. It was a game,
To play with me the same as all the rest,
Or just a test to see how far the play would go
For just a day or so and then
Bring it to an end.
Or else a dream of envy born,
Choosing one who wouldn’t scorn the trial
Of your denial of who you are inside,
And so hide it for a day or two,
Play-acting false as true.
Or else a minor madness
Leaving fragments and a sadness when it left,
Feeling bereft of what couldn’t be sustained,
A phantom pain of what is gone
Yet knowing that it’s done.
I keep gifts that I’ve accepted,
They aren’t rejected when their day is past,
Though they didn’t last they meant too much,
Even a touch… I won’t forget…
But the future’s set.
The woman, the one with the light cloak and the lighter step, comes back to the tree yet again and searches for the strange packet she'd found before. A new piece of parchment is attached near it but perhaps from a different source than the one she'd left when she first came to this place. This poem is unsigned, the rhyme and rhythm jagged and the beginnings of the lines spell nothing.
Winter's Past --
You lie. It was a game,
To play with me the same as all the rest,
Or just a test to see how far the play would go
For just a day or so and then
Bring it to an end.
Or else a dream of envy born,
Choosing one who wouldn’t scorn the trial
Of your denial of who you are inside,
And so hide it for a day or two,
Play-acting false as true.
Or else a minor madness
Leaving fragments and a sadness when it left,
Feeling bereft of what couldn’t be sustained,
A phantom pain of what is gone
Yet knowing that it’s done.
I keep gifts that I’ve accepted,
They aren’t rejected when their day is past,
Though they didn’t last they meant too much,
Even a touch… I won’t forget…
But the future’s set.