I wrote this off and on over the course of the day. It was the first day back at school after the christmas break, but I was more engrossed in the progression of this than in polar to rectangular coordinate translation. It's quite probably my favourite of all the poems that I have written, and the most natural to write.
The snow billows
Across the field;
She stands beneath the tree.
Grey wrinkled leaves,
Sleeping branches;
The girl stares blindly at me.
I'm shivering,
Frost in my hair.
The sea's warmth can't reach me here.
How many years
Have we stood here
In these shadows of winter?
Eternally cold.
Nothing grows here,
Smothered by snow.
In the dead branches above
Dead ravens hang
Gazing at us;
Their beaks cry of untapped love.
Frozen, silent,
Yet deafening.
Pained tears sting my frigid cheeks.
Like great white sharks,
In icy seas,
We're standing here motionless,
As we slowly die.
In the sun's glare,
We played here once;
Hearts on fire, eyes alive.
The tree rustled,
Its branches green;
We watched the swans arrive.
Like strings of pearls,
Hung through the sky;
Flocks lead by the warm sea breeze.
We sat talking;
Trading secrets.
The long grass cradling us
Children to its breast.
But nothing lasts,
Summer ends; we
Fell to land on winter's face.
We should have left,
Taken shelter;
But she wouldn't leave this place.
So we remained.
The skies turned grey;
The silence fell with the snow.
We grew quiet,
Brooding, frozen
Amidst trivial concerns;
A lonely deafness.
Wind-blown hair; her
Only motion.
Her eyes project emptiness.
Her nose and lips
Glacial; sleeping
Peaks of icy nothingness.
Her heart; once warm,
Swollen passion,
Now grinding to oblivion.
An angel fallen,
Antarctica
Held open its toothless maw
To swallow her whole.
Caught on the lip
Of the wide mouth
Of forever; imprisoned.
And I, here still,
Locked with her;
In this ice floe we're embraced.
Kissed by frost,
I stay; caught in
A dream; waiting for a thaw.