The White Forest

Part One (story in a poem)

I

From faraway,

He is staring at me…

 

Winter owl

Winter trees

Would you tell me who is he?

Of such cold, cold eyes

I have no memory.

 

And this thing I hold,

I wonder why I even have it

They say it is a sword

What for?

I don’t know.

 

Winter sky,

Is it supposed to be freezing?

Why do I feel nothing?

 

Oh white snow,

Why drink so much?

 

That red liquid,

What is that?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Emily]

I love that first line!
Keep on writing!

[Saddam]

Winter owl
Winter trees
Would you tell me who is he?

You are dreaming so much!
It is wonderful write.

[Dayran]

Like waking up in the middle of a dream ... and finding out what's what ... all over gain. Nice ...

[Robert]

I like how you started this piece with "I" all by itself, this sets the tone of the rest of the piece. Well done Oive.

[wordman]

great write,loved the theme.winter and owls
good music choice

[R Smith]

a beautiful poem Olive, I love owls so that did it for me but what is this red liquid.....blood?!!!

[Aprille]

It looks like it.. ;) And Thank you Sir for the review.
Oh, I kinda like owl also, those white ones (but has never seen one).

[Amber Lily]

Very cool that you plan on making more poems to follow this one as a story. I find stories in poetic form are very fun to read because even though you might not get the full picture of what's happening, your emotions tell it for you. Great work here, interested to see the continue :)

[Aprille]

Thank you Amber. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem my friend. You took the reader to places and left them with something to think about. Thank you Olive for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Aprille]

Thank you Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Leslie Philibert]

A poem that impresses with the simple strength of the imagery

[Aprille]

Thanks for the review. :)