Poem: Exemplum in Ice
Greetings, everyone not reading this! It's been exactly one year to the day since I last posted on this. I didn't even realize that when I first opened the page to view my dear old journal. That's just what I call ironic. :D (Really, it's a small miracle that I even managed to remember the password on the first try...)
Anyway, I was searching for something to post on this my One-Year-Anniversary-Since-My-Last-Post, and I found this, my most recent decent original poem. I let one of my friends read it and he laughed and called me Ice Princess. [Disclaimer: This poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any real me, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.] Enjoy.
Oh, WAIT! Funny story of its origins! I almost forgot! I love this story! lolz. This was actually inspired by a can of Febreeze. Funny, I know. But one of my roommates has this can of Febreeze sitting in the bathroom and every time I go in there I end up looking at it for some strange reason. The scent on it is called "Rocky Spring and Cool." No offense to Febreeze, but that title simply does not compute with my tiny English major brain. I would end up pondering it every time I saw it and wondering how that made any sense to any logical being. Seriously. Rocky spring and cool? Cool is not a noun. It is an adjective. How can it be used as a noun?!?!? I wanted to know. Well, the only explanation I could come up with was if it were used in poetry-form. As in, "By rocky spring and cool...she dwelt." And thus this poem was born. The rest of the stanza flowed naturally after that first line, and the rest of the stanzas flowed after the first.
Please enjoy.
Exemplum in Ice
By rocky spring and cool she dwelt
and never summer's sun had felt:
her heart and eyes and all the rest
were made of ice, I can attest,
for oft to me she gave a look
that froze the stream and stopped the brook
when I had only no more said
than "You are cold, yourself is dead."
The woodland creatures fled in fear
whenever her cold feet drew near,
for if she found them, in a trice,
they would be turned to solid ice!
Oft she liked to wander down
and frighten people in the town
with her ice and frost and cold,
and year by year she grew more bold.
But one year when the sun came soon
and winter morn felt summer noon,
she wandered out with cold within,
and never was she seen again.
I told her not to go outside
then promptly wished that I could hide,
for in the look she gave to me
was promised death by slow degree.
Undaunted she by summer air,
(and by my life, 't was then and there)
the sun beat down-and when she felt it,
she was no more-herself had melted!
Anyway, I was searching for something to post on this my One-Year-Anniversary-Since-My-Last-Post, and I found this, my most recent decent original poem. I let one of my friends read it and he laughed and called me Ice Princess. [Disclaimer: This poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any real me, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.] Enjoy.
Oh, WAIT! Funny story of its origins! I almost forgot! I love this story! lolz. This was actually inspired by a can of Febreeze. Funny, I know. But one of my roommates has this can of Febreeze sitting in the bathroom and every time I go in there I end up looking at it for some strange reason. The scent on it is called "Rocky Spring and Cool." No offense to Febreeze, but that title simply does not compute with my tiny English major brain. I would end up pondering it every time I saw it and wondering how that made any sense to any logical being. Seriously. Rocky spring and cool? Cool is not a noun. It is an adjective. How can it be used as a noun?!?!? I wanted to know. Well, the only explanation I could come up with was if it were used in poetry-form. As in, "By rocky spring and cool...she dwelt." And thus this poem was born. The rest of the stanza flowed naturally after that first line, and the rest of the stanzas flowed after the first.
Please enjoy.
Exemplum in Ice
By rocky spring and cool she dwelt
and never summer's sun had felt:
her heart and eyes and all the rest
were made of ice, I can attest,
for oft to me she gave a look
that froze the stream and stopped the brook
when I had only no more said
than "You are cold, yourself is dead."
The woodland creatures fled in fear
whenever her cold feet drew near,
for if she found them, in a trice,
they would be turned to solid ice!
Oft she liked to wander down
and frighten people in the town
with her ice and frost and cold,
and year by year she grew more bold.
But one year when the sun came soon
and winter morn felt summer noon,
she wandered out with cold within,
and never was she seen again.
I told her not to go outside
then promptly wished that I could hide,
for in the look she gave to me
was promised death by slow degree.
Undaunted she by summer air,
(and by my life, 't was then and there)
the sun beat down-and when she felt it,
she was no more-herself had melted!