Scott Minar

Allons Mes Enfants - Poem by Scott Minar

As a child my heart grew a block of ice.
Then it melted and drained
into the sea. I became a son of Poseidon
just in time for my one good eye
to watch the neighbors' love-making
amid blackened wings.

Or I changed for a time into one
of Hölderlin's poems—
Strange and dead
the ghosts of the blessed ones appear to me.
My own entourage, meanwhile,
fear mongers all,
was freezing all around.
It was winter in our Icelandic village,
and everyone was happy.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2014

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