On the windowpane, feathered frost dances in a curl;
Across town, the train whistle sounds one lonely note.
I burrow further, my pajamas sliding on sheets of satin.
The snow is freshly fallen, smooth and glistening satin.
Mrs. Glenn’s wood stove puffs a smoky curl.
Of these small details, I take note.
To my sister I pen a Christmas note,
The luxurious paper glides like satin,
And I sign my name with a heart in the C’s curl.
Around the envelope I curl a ribbon, the note tied up with satin.
I love “feathered frost dances in a curl.”
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This is such a good tritina that I forgot I was reading a tritina! Your imagery is, as ever, lyrical.
I liked the combination of personal details with external ones, especially “Mrs. Glenn’s wood stove.”
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And the train whistle. This is exactly what I was going to say.
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I really like the simple, pristine imagery here. It makes it very clear and immediate. Nice!
“Satin” is a tricky word in this form. You did a marvelous job bringing it up in fresh ways.
I really enjoyed the vividness of this piece. My favorite line undoubtedly was, “Mrs. Glenn’s wood stove puffs a smoky curl.”
What a perfect poem for this time of year – it evokes everything we love about the holidays without resorting to sentimentality.
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This felt so warm. Really nicely done.
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What a lovely tritina! I love how seamless the word choices were.
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This did not read like a tritina which is why I loved it. Well, that and the line: Mrs. Glenn’s wood stove puffs a smoky curl.
Makes me want to find her and ask her if I can come in for some tea.
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Very lyrical and lovely. So much detail!
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