A Winter’s Tale
It was a Winter’s tale
you told as soft,
fluffy snow,
fell around us.
Your eyes danced excitedly
with the laughter in your heart,
as you announced,
“we are, all of us,
miracles;
tied together
as one.
And when we die
we fill the sky
with our light.
We become the stars.”
Castor,
Cassiopeia
Cepheus.
~~~~~~
“Do you believe in miracles?”
~~~~~~
No,
not really.
There is no reason
for our existence
and yet,
we are tied together
in countless ways.
I believe our light
returns to the star stuff
from which we were born.
Andromeda,
Gemini
Pleiades…
~~~~~~
I believe
in you;
light’s miracle
found twinkling
in your smile.
Tempting me
the way Benny
enticed Joon.
The way Peter Lake
kissed Beverly Penn.
~~~~~~
No,
I don’t believe in miracles.
But, I believe
in the miracle
that is
Cassiopeia,
Pollux,
Cepheus….
The light
I found in you.
~~redzone 11.23.14
This was different! I like it. Like sitting on a hill in the evening, discussing the meandering reasons of life and such.
Styxian, thank you so much for your gentle comment. I did that once, a long time ago, with the woman I married. Her father’s farm had a hill that became a wooded area at the top. We often took a blanket out there and watched the stars, holding hands and talking about life, and our dreams. I like how you saw and read this poem.
-Curt
This poem is tender and full of wonder. I love how it moves from cosmic reflections to something deeply personal – turning starlight into a metaphor for love. The ending, where the “miracle” becomes the person themselves, is so heartfelt and beautiful.
Hi RomaJ, this poem was written for a friend that I cared about deeply. It started to form as a poem after watching the movie, ‘A Winter’s Tale’. The “miracle” was indeed their love for each other (Peter Lake and Beverly Penn in the movie). She had a heart that could not get over heated, had to remain at a cold temperature, but she want to feel him, his warmth, his passion and so their love making while gentle and complete, led to her death. But the love shared was the ‘miracle”. There was a sadness to the movie, but there was also the joy! The joy of how they felt and appreciated each other. It’s a very good movie, perhaps you have seen it. If not, I recommend watching it.
RomaJ, thank you for reading and commenting. I am happy you found it beautiful.
-Curt
Curt,
Thank you so much for sharing the deep context behind your poem. Knowing it was inspired by a friendship and A Winter’s Tale makes it even more moving.
That connection you drew between the miracle of their love and the tragedy of Beverly’s fate -where warmth and passion lead to both joy and loss -perfectly explains the poem’s “dreamy, floating quality” followed by that “sudden jolt of reality.” It shows that you captured the essence of that duality, where the most beautiful moments often hold the greatest heartbreak.
I haven’t seen A Winter’s Tale, I am definitely adding it to my list. I appreciate the recommendation.
It’s clear your poem is a powerful tribute, and thank you again for the beautiful read.
Best,
Roma
To call your poem beautiful would be an affront and yet that is what it is. Beautiful and all the synonyms that follow. I earnestly hope we do return to the stars. Thank you for sharing this gently provocative piece!
Clay
Hi Clay,
thank you for finding this poem beautiful and gently provocative. It makes me happy that you enjoyed reading it.
-Curt
This is brill and I aint talking fish neither .. Bravo RZ .. Neville 😎👍
Neville, you Brit, you!! I have heard that “brill’ description before and I need to thank you for it. I like this poem as well and knowing you don’t think it “stinks (fishy)” is indeed a nice compliment. Thank you.
-RZ
I first thought of writing the word “wow” in capital bold letters, with a trail of exclamation marks to follow. This one defies whatever I could conjure up to tell you how very much it moved me…heart and soul. I deeply loved the way you acknowledged the constellations. How mesmerizing it reads. How beautiful beyond words, it is!
Kelly
xo
WOW!!!!!!! ;0) Your comment, is, well, wonderful!! I like how this poem came out. It felt magical as I wrote it. And that you, Kelly, a marvelous poet yourself, found it mesmerizing, I am blushing. Thank you.
Curt
ox