Two - Faced Treachery
TWO-FACED TREACHERY
January is the warmest month. Her loss grips my heart,
Her treachery is colder than two-faced Janus:
My innocent youth feels old and lost
As the cold and frost grips my coat.
Snow Queen month: in eye and heart solitary
Ice pierces and everything’s a distorted way:
The frost ferns on the windows of my soul
Are hostile, cold and cruel in January.
January starts from a cold past
And leads to hope of naught but cold.
January stops each river’s flow, but cannot withhold
My tears splashing in winter’s blast.
Lifeless heart connot fly nor soul blossom.
My future’s given away to her who betrayed.
Birdless January, leafless January, heartless January -
No hope springing eternal in this year’s bosom.
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Written and entered by Sydney Peck
In Nette Onclaud’s Contest PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY
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