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…On Poetry and Fiction

Just “One Word” Away ("Winter")

written by: Phyllis P. Colucci

@FictionTarot

 

One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Winter”.

 

WINTER

Ol’ Man “Winter” loves to visit each year. He is such a frightful man, and enjoys carrying a heavy cane with him. He uses his cane to tap at our windows and bang on our doors, and always manages to get into our homes. He is quite large and wears a huge cape. His face is as grey as his long aging hair and his teeth are as rotten as devil’s decay. The stench he leaves behind with every step will stop you in your tracks. Just keep the home fires burning, your rooms cozy, and appreciate the magic of the white fallen snow outside. Winter is absolutely beautiful, yet Ol’ Man Winter expertly tries to make it ugly. He is smart and he is cunning, but we are just as sharp. So remember that once he gets into your home, flush him out with the happy glow of your fireplace. He will fall to his death from a large window in your home, and remain buried in the new fallen snow. Yes, he will awaken next Winter, but now we know what to do with him!

 

WINTER

Ol’ Man Winter came knocking at my door
With cane in hand - he blew right in
tapping on my floor
His frigid fingers iced my home
The fireplace went out
He left snowy footprints all around
and flung his cape about
The echoes of his violent steps
left everyone in awe
His frightful aura
His violent strut
Shook us to the core
His wretched face and decayed teeth
made for an unwanted guest
With maligned smile and putrid scent
He put us to the test
His grey strands of aging hair
fell about the room
His unspoken words and hissing slurs
were dressed with doom and gloom
We let him trudge step by step
to our bedrooms up above
Unbeknownst to him
we relit the fireplace
and the swelter donned a shove
We smiled with glee
when we heard him leave
through the window in the walkway
Ol’ Man Winter fell to his death
Buried on this “Snow Day”

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Sometimes the seasons approach our lives so fiercely, that we personify them with characters of their own. We greet them, study them, embrace them - then finally learn how to accept them and what, exactly, we need to do with them the next time they stop by!

Phyllis P. Colucci

Phyllis P. Colucci

OCTOBER 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am a freelance / indie writer (fiction, poetry, blog), residing in Brooklyn, New York.
I retired from a Supervisory/Admin position with a Federal Law Enforcement agency in NYC, a few years back.
Presently, I am pursuing my passion for writing, and most of my writing has that New York edge.
Phyllis P. Colucci
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