FROZEN FLORA ~BY ALICE WILLIAMS
Jack
You have bested me again
Winter
With your clever endeavour
grasping on with your frost-bitten hands
Awaken sun and spite the cold
Jack
You have bested me again
Winter
With your clever endeavour
grasping on with your frost-bitten hands
Awaken sun and spite the cold
The river,
Grains of sand
Underfoot,
Caressing my toes,
Beside me,
My father,
The one I listen to,
respect,
and reflect,
Speaking about anything or everything
One Year Ago
I see the melancholy in my mirror as I rise and remember
One year ago I lost my father the 31st of December
I hear a silence that replays its own piercing echo
One year ago an audience sat in mourning row after row
There is a garden in heaven so beautiful and bright like a choir of angels singing through the night.
The gates will open
To the sky above
Surrounded by those of the hearts that you love.
In childhood’s glow, my sister was sweet, a pure cherub
A rose in bloom, her laughter rang, in every room, her presence sang
Sometimes I wish that I
could end this miserable life
just because of someone like you
I hate you but I’ll miss you
you hurt me and you feel bad
oh, oh bad I love you
but you don’t love me back.
I lost my dream
somewhere, I thought
little did I know,
It was there, always
lying in the cold
alone and lucid..
Galloping a thousand heart beats
Did I catch my breadth outside the door
I closed it shut lest the beast run wild
Where in violent wait it guarded the gate
Feelings bubble inside,
Like boiling lava.
A volcano ready to erupt,
A storm making its way up.
But I push them down,
Say ‘Nevermind,
I don’t want to bother.’
And wonder when
In the late 18th century’s fold,
Corsets cinched, skirts wide, stories untold.
Araminta, Duchess Fair,
Titian locks in garden air.