Mid-Winter

By Giselle Ristovski

 

Mid-winter. Montreal, QC. Canada.

I took refuge from the blizzard in the metro.

Those days

I was always riding the metro,

Letting the tracks guide me

Through the city.

Those days,

I felt everything.

I felt every cold thought

Seeping through my spine,

Infecting my very blood.

 

I had nightmares every night.

I woke up gasping in the early morning,

The deep gray of the sky dead while

My heart was aching and raw and too alive.

Those days

I took refuge from my sadness in the metro.

I stood by the tracks,

Watched the trains go by

Trying not to stare at the forbidden

Electrified third rail.

 

 

Giselle’s Bio:

Just a little bit about me: I’m a senior at Rutgers. I’m majoring in linguistics and minoring in creative writing. I’ve been writing seriously for about five years now.

Giselle wrote this poem for a poetry course taught by Susan Miller, who selected the piece as a WHR featured poem.