Charm This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Near the crabapple tree

the snow was soft powder.

I stopped to look

at the wind chime there,

once green, now brown.

A drop of gold

at the rim of my sight:

A drop of honey

on a dune of white.

A bee, a gold and black talisman.



The bells shivered.

Confused, I leaned toward it,

plucked it from the snow

with my bare hand.

Ice-bitten, was it sleeping?

Was it dead?

The black eyes shone,

two slow notes on a snowy staff.

The golden body still

breathed music.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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3blueflamingos said...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 5:51 pm
I agree, it had a very nice flow to it. However it is a little unclear, my own writing is often like that. Sometimes what we write hoping will come off as mystery actually just comes off as confusing and uninteresting. Speaking from experience! Beautiful descriptions and words though!!!
 
FrySnickerdoodle said...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 6:32 pm
This is wonderful, and you are very talented.
I liked your use of words - it flows and has a certain peace about it.
 
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