Brittany Zedalis- Three Poems

Hercules

Once there was him

His eyes were the milky way

Her youth captured his attention

Conversations persisting till dawn...

The sun rose high 

On what was thought to be

An epochal moment, but

Four times was the Earth's orbit...

Inarticulate were the words

Soundless the screams

Transcendent to heartbreak

Surpassing Orpheus' tears..

Shadows followed her

Lurking behind every 

Shining and lying eye

Violation of the body and soul..

Hades was sure to call

Dragging down her pure anima

Brought back to life 

Revived by a modern Hercules..

Luminous eyes of angelic

Comparison, every laceration

Mended by his curative hands

The true epochal moment..

She no longer recalled

Milky eyes or deceptive

Words, her affection awakened

An oath of eternal devotion taken.

Broken Chains

Ropes wrapped around our wrists

Trying to pull us down beneath the sky

Suffocating in the smoke of  yesterday

Your eyes lit up with fierce determination

You pulled the ropes and screamed for me

The dirt went flying when you broke loose

Meanwhile my aspiration of being free was lost

Walking alongside you, nothing but imagination

I felt the weight of your hand in mine

As you pulled me right into your arms

My chains broken, my hope restored

Your lips found their destination at last

Darkened skies above our heads

Did not cause our steady footsteps to falter

Our relentless stride never ending

Emerging from their iron fists

A Mother's Love

Standing in front of this memorable home,

white, chilling flakes touching my skin,

I feel your touch as though you're the one

sending it to me.

I hear your voice once again, I feel

your arms wrap around me as the wind

gusts do, and I see your eyes when 

I close mine.

I see you building a square snowman

when we lived up north, and us sliding

in our socks on the hardwood floors, that

freezing cold day.

I close my eyes again, and your love

warms the deepest parts of my soul, they

say a mother's love never ends, and yours

lasts for eternity.

Brittany Zedalis is a 21 year old college senior who is studying to be an elementary teacher. She has been writing poetry since middle school, and it is, in essence, her getaway. She plans to publish a book of poems one day, and runs her own photography business called Zedalis Photography.