Blue hearts hum
With ceiling fans
Free as coils
Burning casually
On unsocked feet
The huntress comes at night
Her silent voice
Carried by the northern wind
Listen carefully
For she whispers
The secrets of the dark
She hunts the truth
The fears you harbour
She will alleviate
For she is all there stands
Between you and the evil
That hunts in the dark hours
Winter is approaching
With thunderous steps
Gale winds of cold fury
Following from the frosty
North It is time to go to ground
To cover up and wait longingly
For spring to chase away
The harsh breath of frost
I wish I could hibernate
Like a grizzly bear
Awake to budding flowers
And the promise of light
I fear an icy wind, and collapsing through the narrow skin –
Perhaps it is possible to bloom below subzero or survive in stasis
If not thrive.
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© 2017 Helle Gade and Ben Ditmars
The Midnight Writer 
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Awesome writing with you! 🙂
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What a wonder filled collaboration!
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It was a lot of fun!
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Two creatives in action!
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Love it!
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Thank you, my friend.
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I love this poem by two talented poets, Helle Gade and Ben Ditmars.
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Thiss is a great blog
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