Come Wonderland

Posted on November 2, 2012November 3, 2012 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Come Wonderland

I prayed for snow,

but blades of gust cut my skin,

and drops of rain drilled holes in my bones.

I dreamed of change,

of a white sheet covering the green,

a world soft and cold

– A world forgotten and numb.

– F H Hakansson

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6 thoughts on “Come Wonderland”

Will of Heart says:

November 3, 2012 at 2:58 am

words are running into my bones that makes me chilled, superb….

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  November 3, 2012 at 12:11 pm
  
  Wonderfully poetic comment 🙂 Thank you!
  
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Eliza says:

November 3, 2012 at 5:11 am

Depressing! 😦 But nice to read 🙂

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  November 3, 2012 at 12:11 pm
  
  Thanks! 😀 I have an idea for a more comic poem soon, don’t worry 😉
  
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4amWriter says:

November 6, 2012 at 3:21 am

I love “blades of gust cut my skin”. What a way to describe weather!

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  November 7, 2012 at 12:49 pm
  
  The weather up here (and in England) can truly be unkind. At times the winds literally felt like edges of blades.
  
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