This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Winter’s Exit”
The rot of winter folds into
the wind, warm and wet with renew.
My bones ache. Weight of dreams pulling muscles
like memories screaming.
The song of robins are not loud
enough to drown out the rain clouds.
My skin tingles from the lightning strike,
godlike in wrath and spite.
Burning of my sin fills the air
with the darkness found in nightmares.
The sun scratches the ground, a single stem,
a gem for spring’s new crown.
Poetic Form: Byr a Thoddaid
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