
I remember when we wrote our names
With cold fingers on the frosty glass:
Shaky letters held in crooked hearts,
Our love like winter melting fast.
“If we make it through December”
Used to be your incantation,
But there was no magic in your smile
When you left for the Greyhound station.
I pack these winter things away,
My broken heart trapped under ice;
Ghosts of tunes float in empty rooms,
Around the sad-eyed Christmas mice.
Wind whips across the window panes,
And I know it’s time to let it go,
But as the last bit of daylight fades,
I see a trace of footprints in the snow.
~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.
Written for dVerse’s Come Sing with Me, using the following song titles:
Love Like Winter (AFI)
If We Make It Through December (Merle Haggard)
Winter Things (Ariana Grande)
Trapped Under Ice (Metallica)
Let It Go (Idina Menzel)
Footprints in the Snow (Bill Monroe)
Ooooh you did just a great job telling a story in this poem…using the song titles so well! I am especially smitten with these lines:
“Ghosts of tunes float in empty rooms,
Around the sad-eyed Christmas mice.”
Even though this part of the tale is sad, those words made me smile…sadly smile.
But — there’s hope in the end….might those footprints be….?
Thanks so much for posting to the prompt…also love the image you chose to illustrate your post!
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Thank you so much, Lillian! 💕
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Wonderfully done, Paula! I love what you did.
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Thank you 💙
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You are welcome!
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Great storytelling in this piece.
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Thank you 💙
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I enjoyed the story poem! The first line brought back memories of writing on those chilled windows.
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Thanks! ❄️
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Such a melancholy mood to this poem.
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🙂
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Sad but so beautiful, Paula! I loved “Shaky letters held in crooked hearts,”. ❤️
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Thank you 💙❄️
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You are welcome.
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I enjoyed this. So many good lines that resonate on multiple levels, like the sad eyed Christmas mice.
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Thanks Roy! I had to look them up to make sure they were a thing 😀
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Well, so is a shit house mouse, an expression that I find baffling, but in a good way, meaning I don’t really want to know.
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Wow! This is lovely!😊
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Thanks! 💕
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Such beautiful sadness expressed here in this wonderful story-poem. I enjoyed it very much.
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Such a beautiful sadness expressed in this poem. I enjoyed it very much.
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A beautiful, touching piece that actually gave me goosebumps! Not from the chill, but the tender rendering.
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Thank you Mish 💕
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Seriously enjoyed this story poem of nostalgia and lost love… I felt it. Lovely.
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Thanks Margaret 🥰
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Very nicely done Paula 🙂
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Thank you 💙
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Oh this reads like a winter legend come to life 😍 I so enjoyed the poignancy of this one!
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Thank you! 💖
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Very good use of the words… December is the month of endings.
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Lovely story ❤
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Thank you 💙
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Gorgeous write, Paula. 💖
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I’m glad you enjoyed it ❄️💙
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“Ghosts of tunes float in empty rooms,
Around the sad-eyed Christmas mice.”
Love this, Paula!
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Thank you 💜
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