This was a poetry exercise given to me by elyse.
The three words were: blossom, mandolin and winter.
Note this is my first time doing something like this so feel free to tear this to pieces. *smiles*
I am roused from my slumber
The rays of the sun
Peeking through my window
Not wanting to leave my cocoon
The frost masking my view
Of the ghostly winter
That penetrates my soul
I step outside, confronted by the cold
Braced against the railing I smile
Remembering what it was like
Basking in the sunshine
Smelling the fragrant scents
Of the old blossom tree
Watching with a sudden sadness
The skeleton of the tree
Without its sweet blossoms
Pain constricting my heart
Blanketed in snow
No flowers or green fields in sight
I remember a time fondly
When under the old blossom tree
A dear friend would play
His sweet mandolin
The melodies reminded me
Of times long ago
When I was happy and free
Dancing with a flowing dress
Chains of flowers entwined in my hair
Laughing as if nothing could tear me apart
Carried by the rhythm of the mandolin
