Linda M. Crate- Two Poems

of yesteryear 

 

i remember we used to 

traverse the

wood together when 

the pines

were still buried beneath a

hundred years of snow,

and the roots

of happiness and romance together

seemed a reality that would

always glimmer in the

heartbeat of

a summer's sun;

but now i walk alone—

i tell myself it's better this way

that you cut me with all

your thorns and thistles, but though

my heart and body have healed my mind will

sometimes linger on you

haunting me in 

memories of blue skies and paw prints;

i've always fallen in love with wolves

and coyotes, they always

tear my heart in two

you think my heart would learn it's lesson,

but it can't help whom it falls in love with—

now i walk this wood

with the faeries, druids, and the kind wolves

promises of tomorrow glittering in

their step,

and i take a bite of pomegranate

melancholy to wash

the bitterness of you away

so that i can wake in the morning refreshed and renewed

erased of the stain that was you.

hybrid 

 

my mind was always an imaginative place

so maybe i just imagined

that you cared

or that you said you loved me,

but it felt so real

i thought that it would be forever true;

gave you all of me

so that you could give me none of you

we traveled to the woods where

you would have buried

my heart

in the ice of your indifference and scorn,

but i broke my wings free of your

cage for i am summer born

my flames of passion never die—

i would not be another blue lipped angel

buried in your ice,

and so i walk the forest alone these

days with the counsel of the

birds and the bees

the flowers and the trees

with fae and wolves to accompany me

because not every wolf is bad

just as not every dragon is good,

and you were a bit of both.