Nineteen Years: a Poem for 9/1/2017

Nineteen years since the war
In a world rebuilt
Brick by brick
Stronger than ever before

Maybe the
Crumbling
Walls
Fell
Down
For a reason

She pushes through the barrier
Into a world of smoke
And a scarlet-red train
Waiting
How many years did she wait
Counting down
As her older brothers boarded
Leaving her behind
A firey-red potion boiling over
With impatience

Red and gold banners
Racing the wind on a Firebolt
Sneaking off to practice spells
Or track down trouble
Hidden beneath his father’s cloak
And guarded by the silver spirit of his love
Lazy days at the lake
And laughter in the common room
That’s what Hogwarts means to him

It also meant danger
But danger meant a chance to fight
For the home and family
He’d found there

More figures surround them on the platform
Old friends
Old rivals
And strangers whose children are bound
On the same journey

She’s devoted her life to laws and justice
To making this world she stepped into
Twenty-six years ago
Burning up with an outsider’s curiosity
Better for everyone

He’s the laughter that fills their lives
Bringing them all a little closer together
Like the sweaters his mother knits
Every Christmas
And their children trail after them
Grinning as brightly as little lumos charms
Full of hope for the future

Across the smoke
A familiar rival waves goodbye
To a child who looks
Like a polyjuice copy of his younger self
Their eyes meet
But it’s been nineteen years since they stood
On opposite sides of a battlefield
And there’s no need to fight
Anymore

All around, voices chatter:
“Do you think I’ll make the Quidditch team this year?”
“Look at my new owl, isn’t she gorgeous?”
“Yes, I’m taking Arithmancy this year, I can’t wait to get started.”
“Want to find a compartment together?”

One voice cuts through the chaos
“What if I am in Slytherin?”
And nineteen years later
It doesn’t seem to matter

Dozens of eager first-years board the train
Leafing through textbooks
Trading chocolate frog cards
Chatting eagerly about the school
About themselves
About their hopes and dreams

With a surge of magic
And a gust of steam
The train starts to chug along
As it does year after year
Taking a new generation
On a familiar adventure

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The Name

The name is a whisper
That quivers and shakes
And hangs in the air like a bomb
About to explode

The name is a secret
That everyone knows
But all refuse to say
You-Know-Who
And we all do
But no one forgets
The fear those three words hide

The name is a darkness
That lurks all around
And threatens all who oppose it
Too dangerous to put into words
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

The name is a lie
Carefully crafted
To hide from the shame
Of – possibly
Being ordinary
Casting aside Tom Riddle
To take on another identity

The name is a trap
For all who dare speak it
Disarming, unveiling
And bringing our enemies here
Swallow your pride
Keep the word inside
A matter of safety, not fear

The name is a power
Too great to be spoken
The Dark Lord whose army may
Conquer the world

The name is a voice
Rising over the silence
Refusing to go on in fear
A head held high
A heart at last daring
To say what all need to hear:
Voldemort.

We’re Ready

Can’t believe we’ve come this far
Eight years
It should have been seven, but
Life happens
Sometimes you can’t help it
Exams are passed
Trunks are packed
The old school train is ready
To take us back
One last time

Our scarves around our necks
House colors proudly displayed
Red, green, blue, yellow
The traits we value
The choices we’ve made
The family we’ve found in this castle

This time last year, chaos
The ruins of a battle
That built up over the years
Like a shaken bottle of soda
Or a potion grown stronger with age
There was no ceremony
No exam
In the aftermath, it would have seemed silly
But life goes on
And here we are

Most years, they say graduation
Means finally joining the real world
But the real world came for us early
What is graduation?
A slip of paper
A formality
We’ve already fought for our lives
Chosen
Who we are
What we stand for
It’s that night that defined us
Not the shell-shocked year that followed

Thestrals pull the carriages
We all can see them now
But they don’t scare me

We’ve endured
Through danger and chaos and wrong
We’ve made choices
No child should face
And chosen the right thing anyway
We’ve survived
Like a phoenix, we’ve risen to fight
Again and again
Whatever life brings
We’re ready

A Father’s Love

I wrote a poem for Mother’s Day, so it seems only right that I should do one for Father’s Day as well. For this one, I decided to use the image of Harry’s stag patronus.

Silver light burning bright
Casting off the cloak of night
Chased by haunting soulless shades
Panic rises, courage fades
But a shield of love surrounds
Him and again his hope is found
The one who stood to keep him safe
And looked evil in the face
Whose dying screams are echoing
In thoughts these demons’ visions bring
Will stand and guard him once again
And keep him safe from deep within
His father’s love was never gone
But lives inside him, makes him strong
And charges forth in silver light
As his protector through the night

A Mother’s Love

It’s almost a no-brainer to write a special Mother’s Day post for my Harry Potter blog. After all, motherly love is such a central theme of the series. But on the other hand, it’s also a lot harder than I expected. What, exactly, is there to talk about that hasn’t been said again and again and again?

So I decided on a poem instead:

A mother’s love that saves his life
And runs within his skin
An evil stopped by sacrifice
That’s how it all begins

A mother’s love that lingers on
And shields him from harm
Departed, but not truly gone
She lives within his heart

A mother’s love transcends the grave
And leaves a lasting mark
A touch that burns, a love that saves
A candle in the dark

No wealth or bloodline matters more
Than hearts that overflow
With love, and homes with open doors
A welcome place to grow

A mother here and one who guards
Him from beyond the veil
A mother’s love, a lasting scar
A task he cannot fail

A mother’s love to guide him home
On her he can depend
Beside him in his hardest moment
‘til the very end

A darkness lifted by the light
Of love in spite of strife
Of courage, hope, and sacrifice
A precious gift of life

The Choice: a Poem about the Battle of Hogwarts

Is he dead? Is he alive?
A question asked aloud, another whispered
A truthful answer and a lie
A curse that can’t quite take hold of its victim
Then they celebrate what they believe to be
Their victory

The boy who lived, the boy who died
No one knows the truth of his sacrifice
But his heart beats on as he lies
In the arms of the man who brought him home as a child

What will you do now that all hope is gone?
Will you give up the fight you’ve fought for so long?
Or will you stand where Harry stood
And fight for what is right and good
Will you stand strong?

He was the chosen one, but we all have a choice
Do we choose what is easy and give up the fight
Or stand up and do what is right?

A hero never truly dies
Even if his heartbeat fades
Death cannot erase
The things he fought for in his time

So stand and fight, defend the school
Defend all that it stands for
The boy who lived is by our side
And what he died for cannot die

He throws off his cloak and shows himself
And his heart beats on and on
He shouts his spell and waves his wand
And so the war is won
He is the chosen one

But it was those who stood strong
And chose right over easy or wrong
And lent their skills, their hearts, their voice
Who set the stage and paved the way
For the boy who lived to save the day
He is the chosen one
But we all have a choice