Sunday, 12 January 2014

Winter sun



Weakened Sun
Waxes low in winter
Defeated by the colossal cliffs.
The granite coated colonels,
Supreme commanders
Of the snow legions.
Testudo formations,
Cryogenic Champions
Of the fecund fields.

Weakened Sun
Watches warily in winter,
An uneasy ally.
Desperate to dislodge
Those frozen forces.
Ranks of regimented riders,
Barbarian hordes with
Flaming arrows of burning sunlight,
To rip through frigid legionnaires.

Weakened Sun,
Cunning captain of the skies,
Scourge of Ceres,
Awaits its solstice.

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18 comments:

  1. and when summer will come, it will again regain its strength

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    1. I do hope so Vandana
      It's a bit chillly!
      Ciao
      Pea

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  2. Thank you, Pea, for shedding light today on our Weaken Winter Sun. Old Sol needs attention now, when our complaints are about his lack of brilliant light and stingy heat. He is still doing his best for us. There will be complaints again this summer for the opposite extremes.

    I also liked your brilliant choice of seven-to-eight-plus words. They were so very descriptive and cleverly fitting for this fun poem.
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    1. Oh no doubt I will be writing about how sticky and hot it is, but then can take a walk in my mountains and cool down.
      Cheers Jim

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  3. yikes blogger keeps eating my comments... I so look forward to old Sol regaining some strength....

    Ranks of regimented riders,
    Barbarian hordes with
    Flaming arrows of burning sunlight,
    To rip through frigid legionnaires.

    I await the sound of hooves... :)

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    1. Don't hold your breath it's snowing here!

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  4. The weakened sun has been taking a wee bit too long this time. But we're now at the tapering end so not too bad! Chuckles! Wonderful write Pea!

    Hank

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  5. Sounds like the sun is ready for "The Empire Strikes Back." The myth of the dead-and-rebirthing-sun is old old old, and your account here digs up some of the tarnished bronze of that lost tradition.

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    1. Oh I hadn't thought about it like that, I was going a bit Gladiator, but your idea is better.

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  6. I am not sure if it is the sun who is awaiting its solstice or we who are awaiting its solstice. At least the sun had a momentary resurgence here a few days ago when it worked to melt some of the accumulating ice before the next 'big chill' which we are into now already.

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    1. I haven't seen the miserable old thing for a few days. It's definitely me waiting on him I think Mary. Snow currently not falling, but anytime now!

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  7. Oh this is beautiful. In order to move on, even us, poor mortals have to wait for our solstice when we feel too weak.

    Is the photo yours? Because it's so beautiful!

    Answering to your comment on my blog: I have no children, but I'm a teacher, I deal with lots of teenage rage. :) Thanks for your comment, I'm glad you made the connections. Thanks for reading.

    Have a nice day!

    Kisses.

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    1. Kenia
      Yes this is my photo. It's the view in my valley. Lucky me.
      I did really connect with your writing. Thanks for paying me a visit.
      Ciao
      Pea

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  8. 'The granite coated colonels,
    Supreme commanders
    Of the snow legions."

    What a wonderful description - and throughout this poem as well! If you took that photo, it is really fantastic and suits these words to a "t".

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    1. Margaret, I took this photo, it's where I have a home. The photo inspired the words. Thanks for your kind comments
      Ciao
      Pea

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  9. The persona that you give the cliffs is very befitting. Nicely penned poem, Pea!

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    1. Hannah, I'm so happy that you think so.
      Ciao
      Pea

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