Archers
By Sierra Tufts-Sicard
what a strange month December is—
home to cherished holidays and
two days which began our sorrow.
cold, wet, white—
about it, songs are written
asking for its arrival; admiring its beauty.
safety, innocence, perfection—
your mother smiled at its presence
while holding her newborn son.
cold, slick, clear—
from it, road disasters happen
bringing brake lights; causing inconsolable tears.
danger, wickedness, imperfection—
could my mother know the despair and heartache
that would follow her newborn daughter?
what a strange month December is—
from it came two archers
destined never to hit their targets.
About the Author
Sierra Tufts-Sicard is a junior English major in the Creative Writing concentration with a minor in Professional Writing. She has been telling stories since she was young which has blossomed into a love for writing stories and the occasional poem. She has been published four times in Quiddity, and hopes to continue publishing works in the future along with her current novel-in-progress.