Clarissa Johal: Tangled Tuesday-12-year-old Guest Poet: O. Johal

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Tangled Tuesday-12-year-old Guest Poet: O. Johal

I'm going to share with you a poem written by my 12-year-old daughter. She's a gifted poet. Get ready, I expect she'll be outshining me very soon.


Of swaying branches and saffron leaves
Heed, the faintest blow of winter’s breath
Hear, the final nocturne of sun-bleached days
A hum, “Far, the warmth blows away”

The sight of frozen gossamer breath
The faintest feel of cold winter’s kisses
Cracking lips and sandpaper skin
Hanging in the air, “Far, the warmth blows away”

Presence of summer creatures, gone
A promise that waits,
“We will be back, but now we sleep”
Lorn, in the growing frore

Now, of blackened wood and bleached sky
Pin-tipped branches and powdered ground
A colorblind world, cold beauty

No songs to hear, only promises to retain

© O. Johal



Carol Browne said...

Lovely. The choice of words is exceptional. Great to see old words like 'frore'being used.I'm already a fan of this poet!

Clarissa Johal, Author said...

Thank you Carol! I'll show her your comment :) She seems to pick up older words like that, for some reason