My latest work, and its been some time between my last and this one.
I had my exams, we all had to deal with Covid-19.
And we're all here now, in Almost September with life still hanging by a thread, and this is my First (Possibly only) work I published in 2020.
I had my exams, we all had to deal with Covid-19.
And we're all here now, in Almost September with life still hanging by a thread, and this is my First (Possibly only) work I published in 2020.
Normally, I never go for a darker approach to my poems, since I made this blog with the intention of sharing positive ideas and such. But there's something fun about the way rhyming works in adding to the creep factor, how it adds to the foreboding nature of things.
That being said, this poem has been made from some of the nightmares that I've had this year alone, and I also reread part of the Chronicles of Narnia; Queen Jadis, Sole surviving resident of a dying world, and an extremely powerful sorceress, later known as the White Witch for bringing about an unchanging winter.
A part of the inspiration for my Nightmare Queen also came from "The Snow Queen" by Hans Christian Andersen.
So, in the time that I sit and wait for my codes to run (doing my Master's Project thesis right now, by the way), I decided to write down my nightmares, this time to share it in a way that I normally would not be.
Also, a quick note. A 6 lined stanza is known as a sexain (as said by the poetry foundation, so we know its official), and I think this is the first time I've worked with this style.
As always,
I am open to criticism, so please tell me where you think I can make improvements to my writing.
Hope that you all are keeping safe, and are well.
Also, a quick note. A 6 lined stanza is known as a sexain (as said by the poetry foundation, so we know its official), and I think this is the first time I've worked with this style.
As always,
I am open to criticism, so please tell me where you think I can make improvements to my writing.
Hope that you all are keeping safe, and are well.
And Enjoy :)
Jadis Of the Ice:
Dreams now spread across the screen,
Stories galore, of the Nightmare Queen.
Betwixt moments on turns of the wheel,
Sleep cycles by on by, with sadistic zeal.
Three stories told by the revenant child,
"memories" shared, we remain beguiled.
First, a tale of ancient islands lost,
Their path with oceans blight once crossed.
A sickness borne of waters deep,
From nine who lay in layers of sleep.
It pierced the skin, and pierced the bone,
Flesh turned water, in air overgrown.
Whispers in the wind, smelling like slaughter,
"Do you ever really think about the water?"
Snaking past once more, on wickedness alight,
"Do you think of those, now lost to the blight?"
Crawling from the water, infected await,
Wanting their families, more to desecrate.
She shook her head, with emotion, the actor,
Arms outstretched, as worlds begin to alter.
The Queen bears her teeth, a still of a bite,
"Do you think of those, now lost to the blight?"
Mockingly repeating, the voices of the lost,
The islands vanish, having paid their cost.
Laughing, she turns, turning the page,
Pulling us along, like birds in a cage.
Her grip like iron, her arms opaque,
The dreams surrounding shatter and break.
Drifting towards, old familiar places,
Only devoid of life, no familiar faces.
An aged house, sat atop a hill,
Wood creaked beneath, weary and still.
Second tale begun of the nightmare child,
Suns set, howls prevail, in the outside wild.
This house of memories, it twists and turns,
Sans people, just you, on tour with no returns.
Your old bedroom, from a home long gone,
Then your best friend's house, just as forgone.
Old classrooms now, with layers of dust,
Stuck, not quite alone, without any trust,
With the queen who rests her hand on yours,
Sipping despair, while the world roars.
Summoned back to the old house once more,
Her voice echoes, now a deafening roar.
"A single drop is all it takes, for blood to churn the water.
So run child, run far away, and then keep running farther."
So run child, run far away, and then keep running farther."
The howls renew, the wolves draw near,
Your feet, they fly, fleet in fear.
Open spaces outside, and sheer drop to follow,
As we crash to the ocean, through noon skies hollow.
Slowly at first, then the world catches up,
Weightless undone, the heart begins to gallop.
Visions splinter, as she bids you farewell,
The ground approaches and dreams expel.
Waking in cold sweat, the queen's touch still lingers,
Visions grow brighter, but heart still thunders.
Moments pass and dreams become memory,
Following through, no break in reality.
No introductions made in her palace of lies,
But her name on my lips, "Jadis of the ice".
