re The Complexity of a Snowflake
a/n: this is based on DeathThouShaltDie's short fic, "The Complexity of a Snowflake". This author is very skilled at drawing the reader into the head of the characters, looking at the still, quiet moments which say so much. I was asked to choose which fic to attack…I found this a difficult decision, and have tackled two…one to be posted later.
The poem form is an invented one, called a xenolith ( Carol Ward) and consists of a poem made up of 12 and 8 syllable lines, which can then be separated into two smaller poems by syllable count…seemed to fit with "complexity" :-)
12 and 8…
Fresh snow fell yesterday, still lies there flawlessly.
The world appears transformed at night,
And takes him back in time, to how things used to be.
He treads on soft and pristine white;
He blows gloved hands, the welcome warmth stays fleetingly.
He glances up; a moonlit sky,
Where stars prick velvet-black on high.
He squints at distant shadows, he can almost see
A pine tree growing, tall and proud;
The field beneath it, rich earth ploughed.
His past, those precious elements of memory;
Where air is cold and crisp and clean,
No bombs, no lethal fuses set so carefully;
A perfect North Dakota scene,
A world away from wartime's harsh reality.
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12 ..
Fresh snow fell yesterday, still lies there flawlessly
And takes him back in time, to how things used to be;
He blows gloved hands, the welcome warmth stays fleetingly.
He squints at distant shadows, he can almost see
His past, those precious elements of memory;
No bombs, no lethal fuses set so carefully.
A world away from wartime's harsh reality.
~0~
8…
The world appears transformed at night;
He treads on soft and pristine white.
He glances up; a moonlit sky,
Where stars prick velvet-black on high.
A pine tree, growing tall and proud;
The field beneath it, rich earth ploughed;
Where air is cold and crisp and clean…
A perfect North Dakota scene.
~0~