Facing Adversary A Medieval Winter

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 15 May 2025
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5 comments
 

Turning back to face gale swept

land, touching weather beaten

skin, more tired nowadays; how

effortlessly heart in untamed

mountains feels nothing but the

wind.

 

Blood runs cold facing adversary,

body tires in lazy summer heat;

we wait to clutch at winter's

power, heart trembling as season's

chilly race is on.

 

Summer garments don't give

protection, even fire whispers of

no warmth, so there's more need

to be aware in times of peril;

 

looking far ahead is not easy when

dangers signaled in the midst,

stretching like a reminder that

nothing in life is definite.

 

Know when truly opening eyes,

what's needed is restored peace;

awakening comfort...that wistful

escape in hidden sun warmed kiss.

 

 

Certificate 15
Poem
Obscure Poetry
Fantasy
Opinion
Love

Comments

Submitted by Nolan on

I must say, after all that weather an "escape in hidden sun warmed kiss" would be very, very welcome!

See you Jenny & Nolan

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Nolan,

your oart of the world is coming into winter, so I can understand how you feel.

Appreciate you stopping by to read and thank you for the comment.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Turlough on

I used to treasure the words of my dear old Nan from Sunderland but I could never agree with her 'Cast ne'er a clout 'til May is out' proverb.

My determination to wear shorts and sandals from April to October means that sometimes a springtime breeze feels like an Arctic blast, but I will not be beaten. So I understand where you're coming from in your poem Jenny. It made me smile.

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Turlough, if I can give you a smile, then that makes me happy. Glad you liked and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

They say when you know it is really cold is when the boere in die Vrystaat have to put on two khaki shorts –Tom