Winter's Wonderland

From the poetry archives

The snow fell on this lovely day
Winter’s beauty easily revealed
In the first day of winter’s wonderland.
But all good things must come to an end
As they watched her stumble by
Her crimson blood staining the snow
As permanently as it stained their memories.
Blood poured from her fatal wounds
She had been stabbed many times
Staggering over to where they stood
Leaving her trail of blood behind
Pain showing in her eyes.
She fell down just in front of them
While idly they stood and stared
Not a movement from them
Not a soul who truly cared
Her life poured out in front of them
But neither one could seem to move
Her mother and father frozen there
Watching and listening as her heart beat slowed.
She bolted up waking in fright
Just before she died in the dream
To somebody stabbing her repeatedly
An ending so much like the one
That nightly haunted her dreams,
As the falling snow coated her windowpane
With the beauty of winter’s wonderland.

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I’m happy to report that I haven’t lost that same macabre edge to my poetry even twenty one years later. Admittedly, this poem needs cleaning up, but teenage me wasn’t completely awful. I’m trying to be a bit kinder to her these days, looking back through blood-stained glasses as I am now.

Posting this poem now felt appropriate, given the heavy amounts of snow we’ve been getting lately. There were mounds taller than I lining roads, driveways, and parking lots from plowing. It reminded me that I had a winter-related poem somewhere in the archives.

I hope everyone is staying safe and warm. I’d love to hear from you, and keep an eye out for a short story by the end of the week. Love, light, and healing to all.

xx
Luce