Distant
"Distant"
When winter came
it came fast
cold as a witch's t*t
unwelcome and
unwanted,
we hesitate
to move
any further within
the forest's interior
alarmed at how
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins
we think,
now that in itself,
a dangerous thing,
what course
of journey, this?
looking upwards
perplexed, questioning
a glowering grey sky
like lost Tumnus
We all have winter
breathe upon us
in the footsteps
we try to follow,
but somehow
they just don’t fit
we walk outside
the melting imprints
to find best fit
the journey
takes us far
from home
the cold calls
we anticipate
they arrive, sometime
when we least expect,
the doors and gates
close
we feel
the fire inside
a heart alight
standing stalwart
in the mist of us, like a
singular lone lampost
flickering
beyond
our limits
we whistle
with the cold wind
to make of Winter -
a kind friend
somehow
we find the frost
of isolation, consoling
humoured
by its failure
to beguile us, numb
a new season
spins us in, we become
like snowflakes
beautifully alive
for a short time
randomly falling
on the hearts
and lives of others
we are merging
in the silence
affording us,
the beat ups
poetic
internal conversations
with that part of the story
that is terribly aloof
hidden and missing
inside us
we are gossamer
light suspended
in its crystal
somewhere within
we knock on
the many doors
behind one
ensconced in central core
it watches and it waits
rubbing its palms
together, warm in
our wanting
to be
just, and
unjudged
let in
eventually
all in good time
it whispers
we hear it
like a feather falling
in the chilling breeze
distant
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Narnia Music, Winter” / Peter’s Soul
https://youtu.be/hsl7O-_ZsLk
"There are far,
far better things ahead
than any we leave behind.”
"The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which."
"Eternal Life is gained
by utter abandonment
of one’s own life.
When God appears
to His ardent lover,
the lover is absorbed in Him,
and not so much as a hair
of the lover remains.
True lovers are as shadows,
and when the sun shines in glory,
the shadows vanish away."
symbolism.
Lampost
Tumnus
"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe", by C.S Lewis
https://gutenberg.ca/ebooks/lewiscs-thelionthewitchandthewardrobe/lewiscs-thelionthewitchandthewardrobe-00-h.html
https://threerobertshomeschool.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/symbolism-in-the-chronicles-of-narnia
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