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Winter Silver by Kay Medway

30/3/2023

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A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Winter Silver. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.
A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Winter Silver. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.
We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.

It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.

Creating a sketch or collage shaping silvery stars with pencils to fill the empty winter skies, we paint with silver, grey and blue for a new and captivating crisp horizon.

Perhaps we will decorate our coats with fluorescent colours and glittering threads of silver that will illuminate our snow-covered clothes.

And we will find our place in the books we chose.

Favourite folklore creatures add their silvery song to our new poems, and their fables and traditions are still and not made to alarm or frighten.

We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.

It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.

It became a part of winter as we dream of the distant memories of summer meadows.

There is courage found in the stories that we find will enlighten.

We speak and sing as freely as the changing winter outdoor scenes with songs and carols to invite in.

It is time to celebrate the winter sun and share its wisdom in paper stories we can write in.

We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.
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It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.

'Winter Silver' was previously published on the children's poetry website, The Dirigible Balloon.
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'I Know Of A Boy' and 'Au revoir As A Metaphor For Forever' by Olayioye Keji Akintunde

23/3/2023

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A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: I Know Of A Boy. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.
A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: I Know Of A Boy. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.
I Know Of A Boy

i know a boy. raised & bred
in a land defined as "abject infertility"
 
by his dead father's friends & frenemies.
yeah. i know of a boy whose hind skin
 
always kisses the earthen-chilled floor
every night. inside his father's, now
 
his, paradise– the hut. tilted. half covered
with dried palm fronds. the other half
 
lost to the ferocious & unconcerned wind.
he barely sleeps in the long & crawling nights.
 
yet wakes to the first cock-a-doodle-doo
of his old mama's cock & set out
 
for the farm. shrithing all alone
like a lost black bird navigating the cloudy
 
sky. when nature calls & illness strikes
him with a big cudgel. who is he to
 
lie back without mustering the minuscule strength
in his wretched body & set out for the farm again? lest he
 
be screwed by ulcer-causing hunger till
he draws his last breath. like it did his father.

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: ​Au revoir As A Metaphor For Forever. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.
A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: ​Au revoir As A Metaphor For Forever. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.
​Au revoir As A Metaphor For Forever
 
sitting all alone. on this old squeaking
bench. outside my father's house.
with my back leaning with comfort
on this chilly wall. & eyes fixing the
moonlit sky. romancing the warm
company of the beautiful stars. the
thoughts of the last time we met
meander through my mind. we sat
on this same old bench. not minding
the blistering cold. or the chirping
of hundreds of crickets. or the hooting
owls in a stone throw from us. you
submitted your head on my shoulder
& i had my hands curled around you
like a blanket. my booming MP3
player playing ed sheeran's Perfect.
you gazed at me from the corner of
your eyes. your alluring eyeballs
radiated into mine. & said "i will always
be here for you…" & climaxed it with
"au revoir" & a kiss planted on my
forehead. hands of time ticking at
light's speed. it's been years within
a twinkle of eyes. yet still no words.
i scourge & scourge every nook &
cranny. alas  "au revoir" is a metaphor
for "forever". so much for "i will always
be here for you". wish i could run into
the speed force & go back to that night
to stop you from finish articulating the
statement. or cease the ticking hands of
time. it's same sky i look at now. yet the
stars are out of place without you around.

 About the author: 
Olayioye Keji Akintunde, studies Pharm.D at the University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria. His writing explores the self,contradiction and contemporary realities. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming on Inertia Teens, Spillwords, Nnọkọ Stories and elsewhere. Besides Pharmacy & Poetry, he's intrigued by good & soul-reaching music. He's nicknamed Catechol. He tweets @Catechol01, & is @Catechol1 on IG.
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