Northern Creature

by Larry Chamberlin & Italian Stallion   Feb 25, 2015


I am the winterman
no part of this desolation is worse
than the ruined floes of my soul,
adrift on ice with no footing.

Frigid air howls
as if I'm not alone;
robed in brute shadow
I stand in the eye of a dark moon.

Let wails rake my ears
even as ground slips away -
nothing can reach me;
glaciers encompass my purpose.

My existence lies here
upon this barren land
embracing nature's content
for I am the winterman.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A dark and oppressive write that is seamless considering it's a collaboration.
    Wonderful imagery employed throughout.
    Well done on this piece - highly accomplished work.
    All the best,
    Ben

  • 9 years ago

    by Meme

    A hence of darkness wrapped in natures embrace.
    Stunning piece!

    What a greate collaboration you two.

  • 9 years ago

    by GB

    I see a dark perspective here, dressed in nature verse :)

    Remarkable poem, Larry. The character in this writing some how brought to me many images from "The Lord of The Rings", Melancholic, still showing majesty and struggling fears.

    Thank you and Joe for sharing, interesting read.

    • 9 years ago

      by Larry Chamberlin

      Joe brought the character, together we gave him voice

  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Yes Larry yes!!!!!!!!!!
    You and Joe wrote an excellent collaboration....

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I got a picture of a snowman but while reading also got the image of the...what is it called a Yeti...you know the scary white snowman/animal.

    There is an underlying sadness which touches a reader's heart. We are looking at a thing which others only see it as a decoration or a scary myth but deep inside this winterman there are feelings.

    I also got a picture of a man. How society views this man has a cold heart-ed person but inside him there is sadness. Maybe not but I can picture this...nicely penned.

    • 9 years ago

      by Larry Chamberlin

      Joe saw it to be a man with utter desolation in his soul in a landscape to match. We took it from there.

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