The Winter Myth

[broken crane]

*Snow in cemetery.
Smell of death triumphs.
A myth has been forgotten.

The dead no longer speak.
Only he sleeps—
Tired of his tales.

In winter, they called him:
A king.
A giant who has—
buried in a snowy tree.

With his big feets—
He danced with the children.
Sharp smiles.
Colors of a flake of innocence.

But the myth had a home.
It was in the hearts of children.
It was in the past that he still lives.

Figs were the gifts of love.
Even in the grave—
Giant smiles for the gift
That is born from the tree,
Where he is hiding.

He still hasn't forgotten—
About the hide and seek game.

He still hasn't forgotten—
He's getting a Christmas invite.

He still hasn't forgotten—
The apple-stealing fairies.

He still hasn't forgotten—
That he was a hopeless myth.*

<@&1116088175618699345> any feedback is welcomed.

I ADORE the repetition of "He still hasn't forgotten". It kinda emphasises and reinforces the notion that despite being deemed a hopeless myth, the giant holds onto the memories and experiences that shaped his existence.
I'm soo in love with the sense of longing and nostalgia and the enduring power of myth and childhood memories. They create so well this kinda sense of melancholic and reflective atmosphere. Btw did you know that in greek mythology, figs represent wisdom? And I feel like they fit so well with the image of this king :))

[broken crane]

Thank you for your review. And yes, I thought of the figs as something symbolic for my poem. I wrote this poem a few years ago, and it was one of the first poems I ever wrote.

[unreal tundra]

This is frickin awesome! I want to read every poem you ever write now, I’m obsessed

[broken crane]

I will try to post some and thank you for your review ^^

[primal egret]

I like it, it's really well structured uwu