Mm, those poems.

So, aside from working on Beowulf!Project (a class dealy where I'm going to blog as Beowulf, which is awesome) I've written some poems.
...Stop laughing at me. *Eyeroll*

They're a tad mature.
I was rather tired that morning and some strange vein of inspiration came up and was all, 'Yo, lets write some verse' and I did.
Perhaps it was the potassium. I had had a banana for breakfast. Even though I hate bananas. I was just hungry.

Anyway.

"Thawing"
Beneath sheets of ice
Sunlight spots the errant bulb
and whispers through.
Golden fingers brush under the ice,
bringing the petals to part
Any sound of former cold
Lost in red-pink hues of flower flesh'd
pushed tight against the earth now,
burrowing to seed.

"Storm at a Thousand Years Peak."
We had held together
our ten hundred years in snow
in rain, in shine, in gray.
Now?
Each asleep
in the crook of each others arms,
breath bringing dew.
Betide us, some force
forgave our hazy minds in slumber
no outward rot branding us from the world,
feted in our illusion,
nor did inward we ring as though oaks-
but like dawn, we crept, careful in pale shades of light.
No change brushed our skin-
only our eyes, mouths- corners upturned
laughing little birds.
We were filled, unstrangers to one another then
For the snow veils of our day held long
but melted quickly, wilting
with all the flowers I had held
thus, slept, slumbered we smiling.

We woke in some strange crux of summer
tongues foreign in our mouths from no use
languages drifting through our ears like strange songs.
Our hair was longer
but our nails were kept,
through natures like clawing
where in sleep- or like to sleep- hands roamed.
We murmured goodmornings in soft noise
lost to throat, ear, or poet then
found in upturned dog's ears and dark, deep nights.
our tongues rested in the pits of our mouths
but found comfort quickly.

We moved together, to bade off the cold
to slake thirsts like beasts in nature
vocals redoubling that ideal.
We paced like thunder in harsh storms
your were enough to catch every bolt of lightning
every quake of clouds, at length.
Floods came duly.
The storm caught us at tails end trembling
Unused to such noise,
such commotion.
We fell to one another like boulders in a pit
breath harsh, tinged by penetrating sunlight
eyes cast, finally now-seeing surroundings
but alighting only
where he breathed o'er me
an utmost shelter from our tempest.