An abstract poem, written for the Stratified Agate Competition on HPFC. Prompt: write an abstract (highly metaphorical) poem about your pairing (in my case, Ron/Hermione). This is my first abstract poem, so judge kindly, general audience! ;)
he greets me by a bathtub overflown
appearing from naught that's his forte
we've two kin to cradle
and a home to create
from the memories of the spirits
that left without a word
when did we cry? everyday
our faucets turned on and there
was nothing to say
for our memories then dictated
all of our exploits
the race to end his reign
the trials of his games
but with meaningful words
we've hid our minds from woe
we've two kin to cradle
in a world of our own making
and he helps me forget
wipe the clean slate and
begin anew
so I'm ever fond of his arrival.
