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r and a pleasant milky view. where winters are bearable but <i>the cold is in you.</i></p><p id="f3b9"><i>The cold is in you!</i></p><p id="b818">This poem is in response to the tag word/prompt <b><i>‘Storm’</i>, </b>given to me by the amazing <a href="undefined">Tej</a>. Thank you for tagging me in your beautiful poem <b><i>‘A Mystical Game’ :</i></b></p><div id="58cc" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-mystical-game-873a06b2697e"> <div> <div> <h2>A Mystical Game</h2> <div><h3>The Enchanted Universe</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*t1fAb9K1nle-RJ1WEiMLFg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="8aed">It is part of the Never-Ending poetry chain started by <a href="https://medium.com/@martin.rushton1970">Martin Rushton</a>:</p><div id="3e64" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-never-ending-poem-de8b33d0cdf0">

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    </div><p id="2aa1">I’m further tagging some of the poets I admire to continue this chain with the prompt — <b><i>‘Twisted’</i></b>.

(Feel free to skip If you’ve already contributed to the chain) <a href="undefined">Somsubhra Banerjee</a> <a href="undefined">Swastika</a> <a href="undefined">Zach J. Watson</a> <a href="undefined">Chirag</a> <a href="undefined">Imad</a> <a href="undefined">Paroma Sen</a> <a href="undefined">Saurabh</a> <a href="undefined">America Zed</a> <a href="undefined">Geetika Sethi</a> <a href="undefined">Rohini Singh</a></p><p id="1448"><b>©<a href="https://medium.com/@arundhatithakur">Arundhati Thakur</a> 2020 </b><i>Thank you for reading!</i> :)</p></article></body>

POETRY

Where Winters Are Bearable

A poem for freezing hearts and melting love

Wandering in the woods leave my feet blue You don’t ask me If I want your coat anymore, Instead, you strip me of my muffler and leave without uttering a word, without shutting the door.

I reckon you’d get lost in the storm outside while I try to calm the one thriving inside me, I’ve built a broken bridge of hopeless words that you fail to acknowledge, choose not to see.

Lips stop trembling, feet start warming as I lug the wood we piled up weeks prior, I lock all windows and slam the door shut to nestle in and sit alone by the fire.

I look out at the smoky arctic mountains, with dense timber and a pleasant milky view. where winters are bearable but the cold is in you.

The cold is in you!

This poem is in response to the tag word/prompt ‘Storm’, given to me by the amazing Tej. Thank you for tagging me in your beautiful poem ‘A Mystical Game’ :

A Mystical Game

The Enchanted Universe

medium.com

It is part of the Never-Ending poetry chain started by Martin Rushton:

The Never-Ending Poem

Give up on chain mail and join the never-ending poem

medium.com

I’m further tagging some of the poets I admire to continue this chain with the prompt — ‘Twisted’. (Feel free to skip If you’ve already contributed to the chain) Somsubhra Banerjee Swastika Zach J. Watson Chirag Imad Paroma Sen Saurabh America Zed Geetika Sethi Rohini Singh