You might think it strange that ‘A Poem about Frost’ should be the Pick of the Month for the height of summer but Aishwarya Raghu’s ‘profound’ ‘melancholy’ and ‘beautiful’ poem took voters beyond nature and winter and there was something about its peaceful isolation that appealed.<\/p>\n
Aishwarya is a 26-year-old content writer from Bangalore, India. Her work has previously appeared in magazines such as the Louisville Review, Glass Mountain Magazine, aaduna, <\/em>and Vayavya<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A Poem about Frost<\/strong><\/p>\n Swan resting <\/p>\n Voters comments included:<\/p>\n This poem took me into another, almost dreamy, imaginary land where the loneliness gave me a kind of weird satisfaction.<\/em><\/p>\n Reading this makes me feel something each time. I can’t quite tell what, and that’s why I like it.<\/em><\/p>\n the simplicity of words.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n [ A description of ] nature and its beauty in a delightful and enthusiastic way. No words to express the joy of reading the poem.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n The imagery; period!<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Earthy and meaningful<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Loved the poem structure; abrupt yet halting. The contradictions in the poem are reminiscent of the work of Robert Frost. Which then makes the reader wonder if the poem is about frost or just Frost’ian!<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n I love how the poem somehow makes me believe there’s hope and then suddenly makes me feel a sense of loss. It makes me feel like I am the scuba diver and I’m out there forever trapped in an infinity.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n It’s about nature! Very descriptive in less words.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n The poem causes chills with frost<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n I love the way this poem is structured and the imagery it builds. I almost feel like I’m there.<\/em><\/p>\n Reading the poem almost makes me feel like the swan. It gives me some strange feeling I can’t describe.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n The poem is a word-picture: stark and simple but beautiful, with a child’s logic, e.g. the left foot of the swan being the one to freeze into the ice. There is an air of myth and mystery, and whimsy.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" You might think it strange that ‘A Poem about Frost’ should be the Pick of the Month for the height of summer but Aishwarya Raghu’s ‘profound’ ‘melancholy’ and ‘beautiful’ poem took voters beyond nature and winter and there was something about its peaceful isolation that appealed. Aishwarya is a 26-year-old content writer from Bangalore, India. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[138],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20112","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20112"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20112\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20131,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20112\/revisions\/20131"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20112"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20112"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20112"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non an empty lake: white
\nbut for the lake. Blue
\nbut for the swan.
\nWinter will set in
\nfrom the
\nleftmost
\ncorner of the lake.
\nEagle swan.
\nI can no longer
\ntell bird from bird.
\nWhen winter sets in,
\nthe swan will be trapped
\nleft foot down.
\nThings will change. Moss
\nunder snow. Earth
\nunder moss. A scuba diver
\nwould be trapped underwater
\nif the lake were the sea.
\nLonely diver
\nwith the left foot
\nof the swan for company.
\nThe swan will fly. Bird
\nwill turn into bird.<\/p>\n