Winter Whispers

Winter Whispers by Francesca Mari

Winter whispers willful to Time’s Tale
For the fourth chapter of this masquerade
As quiet undercover luring nightingale
Silver its feathers, freezing the jolly serenade
Sang in the dim light of a Sun now pale,
Imposes his coming on every window pane,
Steals from the leather leaves a steel rail,
Spring is a weary memory of the older maid,
Persistent stumps announce his steed: Hail
He engraves dense fog with an ice blade
The figure escaped from crisp folktale
Creases tell of horror and barricades
His eyes liquid mirrors for the sky of Dales,
Immutable indomitable General leading the charade

<img class="wp-block-coblocks-author__avatar-img" src="; alt="<strong>Francesca Mari
Francesca Mari

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you Nobody too? 
– Emily Dickinson

I’m a Nobody finding her way towards being Somebody, Francesca Mari, nice to meet you. I’m a young poet and aspiring writer born and raised in Italy or, in other words, a little woman following a dream. I believe in the power of words and the change they can inspire, which led me to choose Modern Literature at university.  

I’ve always expressed myself and tried to encapsulate the world around me through writing and art in general, being music, acting, dancing, photography or with brushes and paint. 

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