between winter & sun
Written by Willow, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Udita, one of our editors!
We stand, on the tundra, knee-deep
in a field of frosted flowers,
a flag to mark our ambitions:
one; to shoot down the remaining suns
two; to herd polar bears to tea break
There is no oracle here to warn us
about impulsive blasphemy or of sunset pastures
where dragons roam unhindered & we
pilot doomed spaceships in the name of progress
Wait for a few more days, and this tundra will thaw
into lavender fields,
the tea shops we spoke of will blossom;
yes, a madman’s dream, but here there are no stars
that can bleed over the fabric of our slumber
When the moon sets, we awaken on battlefields;
once the meek seasons do fall,
then shall we etch our dreams onto papyrus
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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Willow. Reach them at @oldmanheart, on Instagram!
This piece was edited by one of our editors, Udita. Reach them at @wilde_woolf on Instagram.
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