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There's something of the cold

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There is something of the cold which wraps us
Warm, the way ice lines the panes, blows and throws
Itself against a house at night, the snows
That burry light and landscape, car and bus

Inert and wasting wayside, bright furnace
Fuming long after all are sleeping, nose
Exposed bare to the air, still chilled, the toes
Tucked tight to the knees, attaining status

Of the bear, who slumbers down deep and low
Breathing the rank of bear smell, under ground,
The weight of earth and rock, the sting of bees
Numb on the quivering nose, with the echo
Of moaning wind outside - inside, the sound
Of moaning hive, and wind in summer trees.
I'm part of the bard's college in Skyrim. :)

Good to be back. No iambic pentameter, but I think it still works.

Oh, yah, this is for The Februrary Sonnet Contest. This is a Petrarchan Sonnet.
Goes ABBA ABBA CDECDE.
Yup.
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JenifryConan's avatar
I find it hard to get into poetry these days after spending 4-5 years being forced to analyse WW2 poems in Literature classes back in the day at school. But it's ones like these that remind me how pleasant it is to simply read and feel a poem without being graded on how well you can tease any kind of meaning from it. School has you forget that sometimes a piece of art is even better if you have no clue what it's trying to convey!

P.S. I'm still annoyed you didn't get to become an actual bard in the bard's college quest. Sometimes singing for drunk people at an inn is the perfect way to round off a day of adventuring!