from my forthcoming "Cream of wordflakes"


Baucis

'harvest time' grinned death
staring within me

words began to squirm
under my frost bitten fingers
and silence flew
through the cracks of my skin

one last token of daylight
came to cradle
in the center of my iris
and a silky mist caressing my breath
announced the end of autumn.

my voice grew icicles –
one,
than another –
and soon I was the proud sister
of patience.

but when my linden roots
mated those of your oak
winter mattered
no more...




Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-08 at 08:39

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M Heathcote
A beautifully weaved poem out of Greek mythology, you've lost none of your talent my friend great work. :)
2012-12-08


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I cannot even find words to describe this but I know from having read your poetry over the years how talented you are - I remember when this site buzzed how your poetry and that of Aliena's would always just make me draw breath. It still does and I applaud you

Elle x
2012-12-08


countryfog
The breadth of your literary influences is quite impressive. I'm familiar with most of the myths but I had to look this one up. It took me back a long way - as a child we had a very small yard and only one tree, a linden. I like the thought that despite the wages of winter life and the fecundity of love endure at the root of all things.
2012-12-08