Childhood's winter

by Ole Carsten   Oct 20, 2013


I remember my childhood's winters,
The window catches the steam,
The moisture draw flower on the glass,
When I was lying ill, the flowers were names.

Outside the blackbirds sad still on a branch,
They were freezing, and I want to invite them in,
Here in Grandmothers kitchen beside the stove,
I could hear the fire inside the burning stove.

The fire told me stories of summer's day,
Along the river side cattle stood in line,
The drink the clear water at the brink,
I could also sense the days in my dreams.

At night the burning stove send a weak light,
Strong enough to hunt any monster out,
The kitchen was my kingdom full of essence,
There I travelled the world from china and back.

I made my wall bench into a ship or coach,
These were my transport across Europe,
I wanted to collect spices and impressions,
Now I have been there and found the treasure for life.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Ole, this poem sounded like a love poem. The way I understood it was that because of those winters in your grandma's kitchen, your love for cooking grew. And because you wanted to add more spices in to your cooking you ended up finding the one truly spice of your life. ( your love per se) This was a sweet read.

    The only suggestion that I have is to go back and try to keep all the verbs in past tense, specially in the places that are needed. Like in the first stanza, I think those need to be checked.

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