When i said i saw nine ravens plucking at a duck’s liver
What i really meant was,
It’s cold outside, wrap up warm before the storm.
When i wrote, A witch hammered a nail through my heart
What i really meant was,
I love you madly, oh so madly
When i left nine black pebbles on your kitchen table
What i really meant was,
Have a great day at work darling.
When i left you nine bowls of blackberries
What i really hoped was
They would take away the dark spirits that came between us
When i cried for nine hours sitting by your side
What i needed was
To know you’d come home again
Be
Cold Christmas Eve's Winter Heart by barefootliam, literature
Literature
Cold Christmas Eve's Winter Heart
Point Petre winds wolf-howling
Summon snow from cloud-black West;
Chill drafts rattle farm-house boards
Roof creaks, trees crash, hope for the best.
Snow scurries past a-flying
Kitten-mews sound from outdoors.
Thick socks, Canada toque,
Young kittens, trying to find—
shelter in old tin woodshed:
Six small souls under a log-heap
Frozen and frightened they sleep
Now carried indoors, soft warm bed.
Wind gusts tear the snow-clouds apart:
Moonlight be-sparkles ice-laden trees
And stars in all of heav’n’s hugeness see
Our greatness lies in kind warm hearts.