Paige Hind Poet Sapphic stanza

Winter Is Like Glass

Winter on her window's pane, separating
the sinews from frost; both really burn so cold;
she darkens with fingertips discovering
Winter's stillbirth like glass

Winter in February's wind that mirrors
the window that's shaking without breaking her,
a broken icicle first dripped first, after
Winter's stillbirth like glass

Winter air left an angel's breath in her womb
where the snow had fallen, now white stitchery
on scared, scarred earths — nothing stays baby or dead;
Winter's stillbirth like glass

Winter slides like tears down her own window's cheeks,
she touches her even in the white-hot sun —
her insides now step in grass flowering, none 
Winter's stillbirth like glass

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sara Etgen-Baker February 11, 2026 at 3:30 PM powerful and touching imagery...the contrasts give this poem such meaning and depth.

Valsa George February 8, 2026 at 12:49 AM Powerful penning...! Birth and still birth -contrasted. Highly moving imagery. " Winter slides like tears down her own window's cheeks" Love the line.

Kim Rodrigues February 7, 2026 at 7:22 PM both really burn so cold… Winter slides like tears down her own window's cheeks… Winter's stillbirth like glass. It is always sad where one dies, and when one dies in the womb, sad indeed. Hugs

Yann Rolland February 7, 2026 at 4:48 PM great poetry, i think, enjoyed the sensitivity of images, beautiful metaphor indeed, thanks poet

Ghairo Daniels February 7, 2026 at 12:46 AM Interesting images of birth & stillbirth, PH. sounds like Sappho’s emotions & something she would’ve seen. I c you’ve combined Sapphic Stanza with Pantoum : I like the innovation since repeat gives emphasis. good title & burning with white hot sun is lovely juxtaposition. like this line : “ her insides now step in grass flowering, none ”, though I myself would’ve said , “some”, instead of “none”, to give it a lift - since Sappho mostly ended stanzas on a positive. Have a beautiful weekend, my cyber poet-friend. Paige Hind February 7, 2026 at 10:47 AM I said none because it wasn't stillbirth anymore, because of the flowers beneath her stepping feet. :)

Angela Terry February 7, 2026 at 12:43 AM The imagery here is haunting and powerful. Excellent work.

Karen Jones February 6, 2026 at 11:55 PM Engaging and emotive! I admire your skill in writing in this form! Great job Paige!

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2026 at 9:56 PM The repeating line is such a great creative image evoking feelings of winter. Ours is so warm this year I feel like a hypocrite writing about cold snowy days!