Cold has made an entrance tiptoeing around the shores of Oz.
Lady De Winter will only die from the man who loved her most. Constance de Bonacieux used to whisper it to me in my dreams as I was growing up or maybe her ghost was. A pale light compare to the ice queen. A timid warmth in the middle of the Northen White season.
I am on the other side of the mirror now and Lady De Winter lost her nobility. She has become just Winter, a newborn child not strong enough to freeze the shores around me. She is beautiful though, enough to rapture the heart of Aramis again, children do that when they are happy. They make our heart overflow with peace, and I want to welcome her liked I have always welcomed Madame de Bonacieux.
From my window, I already see the whales on their journey north. They are going towards you as one full circle has reach you yet again. 66 circles this year, and Winter is withdrawing from your horizon to mine.
Exchange of destiny, musical chairs, and the poles are flipping as Winter hides from Constance in order to find her nobility and maturity again.
Aramis was a fool and Constance never really died, she is with you now, may her warmth reach your core in this start of a new cycle while I listen to the whales singing a lullaby to baby Winter.
spring lies down
tired and weary
her labor now done
the nascent summer
is ready to fly
ready to sing
the battle was fierce
winter surged
refused to go
gentle into that
good night
so furious is his icy grip
but he has fled
to another world
gathering strength
until he returns
summer will dance
the corn will grow
and all will seem light
fall will fall
winter’s ally
will soon come
until then
we sing
summer’s song
Un pour tous
tous pour un
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Such a wonderful reference to the always trusting and often distressed Lady Bonacieux and her counterpart Milady-Madame De Winter. The image, to me, is so evocative of Madame De Winter’s allure that brought the downfall of many, like winter suspending life in her grip. This was delightful to read made even more so by it’s reference to a canonical classic.
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I’m not sure how it fits with the written part of this post, but the image is intriguing and creative.
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A cette Epoque les Dames n’avaient pas froid aux ” œufs ” …!!! Un nid d’amour pour un ” vert ” galant …!!!
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Charmant
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Excellent image and writing.
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Thank you!
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The journey of the whales sounds magical
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they are entering the kingdom of the shore in front of my window. each day I see them passing by on their way north and I wish I could ear them sing.
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So beautiful
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The illustration is brilliant.
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Thank you Cardinal
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hmmmm. so serene.
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Very clever piece! Before I’d read 3 lines, I was envisioning the musketeers.
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Aramis te salut!
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