Times Curse

• Erica Mercer, Grade 10, Carinya Christian School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

I clung to all the mistletoe, and clasped to days gone by.
I watched, as all my beauty spent, was lead to frost on high.
The mountains where I tarried long would be my summer home.
But oft I'd look to greener groves, and in my heart would roam.
For fate had taken in her hands, my life without remorse.
My feet if ever wandered far, would leave a frozen course.
Oh, woe to my misfortune great, A curse of older days.
For once I felt the good, brown earth, and knew the sunshine’s rays.
But I am now a prisoner, of ice, of wind, of sleet.
The blizzard is my guardian, the writhing snow, and heartbeat.
My stamina is far long gone, as the days, they able onward
Weary is the night alone, though nothing would be conquered
Of roses fair I now forget, for all succumb in death.
For where I tread is cursed by time, my name is winter's breath.