Hi,Nagini. It’s always interesting to see your take on any moment in the Harry Potter story. This time you are focusing on the image of light in the midst of the darkness of the forest at night. The light beams from the spirits of his departed family members and friends, the forest glows instead of haunting, and (my favorite image in this poem) life does not flash before Harry’s eyes, as we have always been taught to expect, but floats around him like a clear blue sea. That’s a more attractive point-of-death experience, in my opinion.
Harry says that happiness “is being with the ones you love,” and at first I thought he was referring to being with the departed spirits of his loved ones, but the next lines make it clear that “the ones you love” is now referring to his still-living friends whom he is leaving behind, dying so that they may live.
I did wonder about the first line, “ a roll in my pale, determined hands”. What roll was that? The Golden Snitch was round in shape, and the Resurrection Stone was probably more or less round, but it seemed a little odd to refer to it as a roll. Other than that, there were no words or phrases that gave me pause or disturbed the mood of the piece.
A nice job. Thank you for writing.
Author's Response: The roll is Harry turning the stone in his hands- in a more abstract way, I chose "roll" to refer to how some people roll the dice to determine their future, and in this case, it is somewhat similar. Harry "rolls" the stone in his hand in order to see his departed family and gain strength from them. :) Thank you for reading!
Yay! First review! A wonderful poem!! It had a very calming effect...even as death was about to hit. You're very, very good :)
Author's Response: Thank you, alex13! The song it was inspired by was very calming, so I did my best to put that into the poem! I'm happy to read that you felt it was so. :)