Iron Poet, Round XII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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Words: sudden, wild, magic (yes, I'm being inspired by a Diana Wynne Jones title, but I'm not expecting the poem to be related to the book at all)
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Subtle as ice hidden under the dust.
Secret the summer that sleeps in your skin.
Pride was her penance and passion her sin,
Lost in the labyrinth of love and of lust --
Sudden the snow as the winter comes in,
Sudden the silence as stories begin.
Yours was the hand that she never could trust,
Secret the summer that sleeps in your skin.
Now as the shackles of summer wear thin,
She will return, as she knows that she must;
Sudden the snow as the winter comes in,
Scattering secrets like leaves in the din,
Casting betrayals and blades down to rust,
Secret the summer that sleeps in your skin.
This is the battle that you always win,
Sealed by a magic both wild and unjust.
Sudden the snow as the winter comes in;
Secret the summer that sleeps in your skin.
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Thank you!!
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If I ever get a deal for my novel, I may need to beg you to include this poems or parts of it in my book.
At the very least I am posting this next to my PC for imspiration.
Wow.
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