Poem: Bitter Winter

So you’ll find her standing there

Her soul aflame with white;

So you’ll find her waiting there

Trapped in silver night

Waiting for her knight to come

To take her off and away

But bitter Winter knows very well

That never will come that day

Her knight will never ride on down

Through heavens, tracking cloud

Her warrior’s sword will never pierce

That blackest, silvery shroud

Winter cannot be embraced

By any mortal man

And so she’ll wait there

In the dark

And in it, hatch a plan

The eggshells formed of naught but hope

Crumble from her fists

The painful tears that dot her eyes show for sure

Her fix

She cannot form a plan on nothing

In this empty space

She’s trapped within the confines of

Her darkest, deepest place

In her heart.

Bitter Winter curses as inside the dark she cries

She curses those who took from her the best parts of her lives

On earth where she’d be free to do exactly as she pleased

The people wonder what has happened

Why still leaves fall from trees

But it’s in mourning that they fall

Of her who now resides

Within the coldest hardest place

Within her ice-mind’s eye

It’s for her that all will sob

Out tears of joy and sorrow

The cold that once was part of them

Is now but melting, so

Bitter Winter bites her lip, and stops her constant cries

Her face takes on a different shape

One composed, belies

The terrible rage now burning in her

Aching for release

When Bitter Winter comes again

The world will drown in sheets

Of snow.



©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)

My heart aches. And aches and aches. I’m sad. I want to curl up in a ball and do nothing today.

But instead I’m sucking it up and standing up and putting on a brave face for what remains of the evening. And my goddess is that hard. It hurts even to try. I feel crushed in a hundred different ways, pulled in a thousand different directions. And this poetry right now? It’s the only way I know how to express any of it. I’m terrible at expressing this feeling in person. Always have been. I’m inarticulate and I can’t even bring myself to say it.

Anyway. ❤ Just had to get this poem out. Still waiting on my laptop adaptor cord before I can really get started again. Enjoy this poem in the meantime, I guess?? Sorry. They can’t all be cheerful, I guess.



7 thoughts on “Poem: Bitter Winter

  1. Oh Sam….I am so sorry you feel so sad….I was deeply moved by the poem, and in ways I cant explain….in ways that matter to me, the kind that do not get touched upon very often. You took a sadness and built upon it to create something beautiful, and in turn inspires creativity….indeed I am inspired and have book marked this to come back to it at a later date….thanks for sharing this, and I do hope that happiness returns for you as a red breasted robin returning from the cold, to sing her song of joy in your ear…..

    • I’ll be okay, Celeste. ❤ Thank you for your sympathy. I am proud of what I made, in a sad sort of way, and I'm really glad it managed to inspire you too. I'm flattered to hear that you've bookmarked it. I'm sure the robin will come, too, eventually. It's just going to be nasty until then. Which, while good for my poetry apparently, is totes bad for me. x3 We'll see how it all turns out though, I'm sure I'll scrape on by as per usual. Thanks for stopping by, and I'm truly happy you took something valuable from this poem!


  2. This is really beautiful! You might have felt shitty, but you created something beautiful out of that, and it’s more than most of us can do!

    • ❤ I'm glad you like it, Alice! I guess it is pretty. I wasn't thinking about that so much as I was writing it. I just needed to get it out of me, more than anything else, like it was weighing me down. I don't believe that, though, I think everyone can take a feeling and craft something from it, just that they do so in their own way. It might not be the same, but that's just fine- everyone is different. Everyone deals with sorrow in their own way. I think I'm just now coming to terms with that. Thanks for dropping by and reading my poem, Alice~ I really appreciate the feedback.

  3. You truly did capture vivid, raw emotion. I could feel it. If one can get a reader to feel something, then they have accomplished something. Bravo! I did rather enjoy the poem. Even if you felt terrible at the moment of writing it, I feel that’s okay. Not everything is always sunshine and daisies, and that’s okay, too. One my favorite pieces of yours.

    • Thank you! I feel like this is one of the best poems I’ve written– retroactively, at least. Some parts of it could use some polish, but since the memory was so bitter and the pain so fresh, at the time I couldn’t be bothered to make those changes, and now I’m not so sure it needs it anymore. The poem is exactly as it is and was, and that’s fine with me. I got what feelings I felt across and I believe, even though the poem is extremely sad, it was a necessary motion for me to go through in order to expel that pain. Thanks again for reading my work, Wren. I always like to hear what you have to say.


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