February

Gold cherry

By onemorething

Tue, 11 Feb 2020
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February flows its reptile's blood

along the scars of my alluvial plains,

its forked tongue tastes for the lie

of Spring now in the snowdrop

whose white skirt has been threaded 

through the green needle of a stem,

as the dread that resurfaces - 

the bones of it spear 

the hardened soil of my head,

and once again, I am reminded

that it is not easy to change. 

It exposes the dearth of will and

slithered cold until I am frozen dumb,

until this stillness is later betrayed, itself,

in the bites of my own storms: 

these ineffectual hisses, when I reveal

the vulnerability of my scaled underbelly,

and that I have transformed 

only into a stubborn vessel of February,

that will borrow and borrow, as it retreats,

from the warmer promises of tomorrow.

 

Image from pixabay.

 

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Comments

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

I love every line of this. 
 

Drew

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh good! Thanks for the cherries too. :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I really like the idea of winter being cold blooded. So much pain! But the Earth does change, it can't help itself from turning, you don't have to try, just have your eyes open :0)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Yes, I think winter is reptilian. Am trying to keep my eyes open. Snowdrops help. Thanks for reading it. :)

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Magical lines. You are a keen observer of Nature.

Best wishes, Luigi x

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you Luigi, that's a lovely compliment. Thank you for reading my February thoughts. Rachel x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

So much thought has gone into this poem. We as humans are so much like the seasons, each one of us is different and that's what makes this poem real to me.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

That's true, I suppose we are. I am definitely not like Spring or Summer as a person! Thank you for reading it,  Jenny. :)

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Really lovely and I like that you've included the conflicted in- betweeness of February and how it can pull us in either direction in terms of climate. Snowdrops are a wonder. I love 'threaded through the green needle of a stem'

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you! Am glad you liked it. Yes and March too, I think. But yes, the snowdrops are a little sign that things are slowing changing even if it's one step forward and two back. Thank you for reading it. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Catching up - I can see why this has so many comments onemore - a wonderful piece!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks very much, happy you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Ewan on

as it's my own favourite piece of the last few days,simple as that. Please share or retweet (use the buttons on the page just below the poem).

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Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks very much indeed! :)

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Re-tweeted as suggested.