carlota-writes

[carlota-writes]

A change in the seasons

A poem about autumn

The sun appears.

Soaring higher each day in the

Bright blue plain stretching out forever

Life begins.

Timid shoots reaching out

For a golden drink of sunlight

The days lengthen.

The sun gaining confidence with

Every passing week

And then the flowers bloom.

Petals stretching in the warmth

And waking from their winter slumber

Colours explode.

A beautiful cacophony of life

Thriving in harmony

The breeze stops.

A lazy muggy air lingers

Snaking through the days

And then the sun goes shy.

Shrinking back and tugging

The days shorter

Life is drained.

Colour leaks into browns and oranges

As green withers

The wind bites.

Snapping at the dying branches

And tugging at the leaves

The seasons have changed.

But there is still beauty in darkness

Still beauty in the cold

Still beauty in rain and misty weather

There is still beauty in Autumn.

[carlota-writes]

The Waters

!!SoC and CK Spoilers!!

A poem about Kaz’s backstory

The pull was getting stronger

Water on his face

The stench of rotting bodies

Floating without grace

His little hands reached out

Grasping for some support

The waters rose to his head

But still he thrashed and fought

“I’m alive!” He tried to scream

But an answer never came

The waters were slowly rising

He knew death was visiting again

Suddenly his hand

Landed on something firm

And he dragged himself to air

Pulling with a kick and a squirm

When his head finally resurfaced

And oxygen filled his lungs

He saw the body he was holding

And the face that looked so young

Even changed with death

He knew his brother well

And the horror that he felt

Reminded him of hell

Yet he knew he had to fight

And make it out alive

For he knew just what he’d do

If he managed to survive

There was one thing on his mind

As he pushed his way to shore

That someone had to pay for this

Someone he’d quickly abhorred

His motivation kept him swimming

Through sickness and drenched apparel

And formed the hidden story

Of the Bastard of the Barrel

[carlota-writes]

Here is a poem I wrote, hope you like it!

The Crow

A whisper of darkness

Stolen from night

A glimpse of a breeze

Pulled from plain sight

A sharp clever gaze

Snatched from a thought

An omen of death

Plucked from Distraught

A dark glossy sheen

Robbed on a feather

Foretellings of decease

Thieved from a Never