Wintrugloria - Winter Hymn

Welcome to the Spot Writers. This month’s prompt is to write a poem about winter.

This week’s contribution comes from Chiara De Giorgi. Chiara is an Italian author and currently lives in Berlin, Germany. She writes fiction, with a focus on children’s literature and science fiction.

 

Wintrugloria - Winter Hymn

by Chiara De Giorgi

 

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A walk a day, the doctor says,

Keeps all the pains and aches away.

So I follow this advice

Come the sun, come rain, come ice.

On the bridge I tread with care,

Freezing for the chilly air;

But around me, screaming, calling,

Seagulls try to get me falling.

Should it happen, should I fall,

I couldn’t keep my vow at all.

To skid and slip to the other side,

Against a pillar to collide:

These don’t really count as walk,

And I don’t intend to mock

The prescription from my doc—

For him, that would be a shock.

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So I ask the wind to push me,

Let the seagulls behind be,

Fight for chips, steal a bite,

Pester crews from morn till night.

*

The wind listens to my call,

Picks me up like I were small,

Takes me home on her wide wings,

Without need for me to cling.

*

Now I stand bewildered, baffled,

I am truly very puzzled.

‘Take your walks where seagulls lack,’

The wind whispers at my back.

‘Lest you end up down the bridge

(Which is cooler than a fridge).’

*

I am left here, all alone,

As the wind away has blown.

The night is still, the stars now gleam,

I am sitting in a moonbeam,

And with all my heart I wish

This were nothing but a dream.

 

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The Spot Writers—Our Members:

Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/

Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com

Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/