Watch How the Seasons Change
Beyond the glass I pale to see,
grinning all maniacally,
the killer staring back at me.
The one who tore a killing spree,
gliding slowly ever nearer
beyond the glass. I pale to see,
flexing knuckles bare in glee,
nails seeming ever sheerer,
the killer staring back at me.
Eyes glaring intently,
intent being ever clearer,
beyond the glass. I pale to see
the villain who has stole from me
all the ones I held dearer:
the killer staring back at me.
Drawing in the fog a V,
when I look into the mirror,
beyond the glass I pale to see
the killer, staring back at me.
About Watch How the Seasons Change
The prompt for this work was 'Twisted Nostalgia'; it was composed in a collaborative workshop between writing-based societies at the University of Warwick. The sense of nostalgia is brought about by returning to the same site, therefore drawing on the tenets of ecopoetry, in each season of the year. The title has a double meaning; not only do the seasons themselves change, but they change the world around them. By the end of the poem, we reach winter, and everything has died, but we know that it will begin again as does the cycle of the seasons.
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Vance Hatton