Mary Crowell reminded Tina and me that it’s FAWM this month. I’ve never tried it before, so I signed up. I only sort of have a melody off that edge of my ears, but I like the lyric.
One of, hopefully, fourteen.
Imbolc, the Ice Moon
Across the Atlantic
There’s something between us
It isn’t the ocean
It rises mephitic
Obnoxious, obscuring
An impasse
You turn a cold shoulder
At Imbolc, the Ice Moon
The coastline is freezing
I’m dressed for the weather
We’re no more than strangers
It’s winter
Withdrawal as vengeance
No chance for forgiveness
It’s over, I see now
I acted too slowly
Neglected your soreness
It festered
It’s Imbolc, the Ice Moon
The walls thick between us
The wind whistles, lonely
As long as you’re warm now
And safe in your home now
It’s all right
As long as you’re warm now
Your life flush and full now
It’s all right
As long as you’re warm now
With loves like I loved you
It’s all right
I guess that was friendship
And this is adulthood
And it’s…
C.S.E. Cooney 