The Hours of Winter

Jan 26, 2015 14:32

Today, I challenged myself to write something, cause my muse has been asleep for ages, and I want her to wake up ( Read more... )

winter, poems

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shirebound January 26 2015, 22:39:48 UTC
I like it. Brrrrrrr.

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casey28 January 27 2015, 01:50:58 UTC
Thanks! <3 I'm so glad that you like it.

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casey28 January 27 2015, 01:52:14 UTC
Thanks, Julia! <3 I'm so glad you love it. I wanted to end it in a hopeful way, as the hours of winter move toward Spring.

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big_heart_june January 26 2015, 22:57:49 UTC
oh gosh, bb, how utterly beautiful! *loves* ♥♥

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casey28 January 27 2015, 01:54:11 UTC
Thanks bb! I'm so glad you love it! ♥♥

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cassiopeia7 January 26 2015, 22:59:39 UTC
This is lovely! I particularly like how you personified the hours. Wonderful!

And this:
and every sightless thing still bleeds
the blood of winter

is fantastic imagery. Brava!

(And your Muse hasn't been asleep -- just look at all those beautiful icons you've made, all the gorgeous edits of pretty!Sam. She's not asleep, she's just been steering you in other directions.) ♥

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casey28 January 27 2015, 02:02:14 UTC
Thanks! <3 I'm glad you liked the "hours" thing!

is fantastic imagery. Brava!

Yay, I'm glad you liked that, too!

That's a good way of looking at it... that my Muse has been inspiring me in other ways. ♥

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stir_of_echoes January 26 2015, 23:03:15 UTC
So beautiful! ♥

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casey28 January 27 2015, 02:03:11 UTC
Aww, thanks!! ♥

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