Life teaches us two things:
1. Romance does the heart good and brings a smile to the soul - and, on these darker and chillier evenings, who would deny us that?
2. Small boys will always be totally captivated by a smile and a wild, gypsy heart ;)
In auburn
glades she’d wend her ways
And soft
among the elder’s shade
In summer’s
haze, and silvered days
The oak and
ash would sing to her
And bring to
her their autumn blaze
And
butterflies would follow her
And over her,
in thistle-down
Would thread
a web so spider thin
Of rainbow
hues to dress her in
And dew-gems
for a crown.
She sang her
songs of mystery
And wizardry
and magickry
And spells
that bind and mimicry
And filigree
the stars that spun
Around her
head with silken threads
Of orbits
dark and distant suns
In ancient
lore and alchemy,
And rune-wise,
the words that she
Would weave
among the grass
Of errantry
and pageantry
And though
she longed to tarry there
And lose her
heart and marry there
Her gypsy
heart would carry there
The far off
winds that harried her
Of distant
lands that promised her
With silken
words admonished her
Of oases
green and fountains tall
Of stormy
seas at the cliffs of fall
And zephyrs
breathed vermilion
And gilded
gold pavilions
And stallions
and sherbet from
The opium
fields of Avalon
In darker
days, the wind would say
“There are
other paths that call your way”
And bring to
her, and wing to her
The friends
of her, of wings and fur
With wilder
hearts astir.
By badger
light and lantern’s sigh
And lonely
flies the vixen’s cry
And all would
come to sit with her
With heart
and soul close-knit with her
Find comfort
‘neath the ash and briar
They sought
beside her dreaming fire.
When alone
among the moon beam’s dance
Schoolboy did
chance to steal a glance
And held by her
smile of golden bliss
He sought her
kiss upon his cheek
And by this
feat, he’d be a king.
As sparks
flew up from firelight’s glow
And fireflies
show the crystal’s globe
She held his
hand so merrily
That happily
and gallantly
He walked
this world as new.
And now
beneath the forest’s moon
And soft
among the moths that flew
And swans
that glide down woody steams
oh richard.
ReplyDeletereading it was like reading my imaginary world and then hearing the rhythmn of your words like a spell evoking the world to life.
i love it.
you're so wondrously good.
sweet dreams mister g
*
;)
DeleteThank 'ee kindly, ma'am.
Oh, to have that magic power to cast spells with words and evoke the worlds of the heart to life!
...thee art a wondrous soul! ~ and with word pictures! ~ doth be my dearest bard! ~ please sing like that again ~ agaiN and AGAIN!... ...blesed be! ~ dear kindred heart!... ...xXx... ...i give thee squeezy hugs!...(:
ReplyDeleteHaha - that is lovely of you, Samantha. Thank you so much x
DeleteThis is perfect. The kind of voice that is rare these days, speaking of things that I wish to hear about in a way that awakens memories of instinctive inner worlds. Glad to have the connection!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Yes, 'memories of instinctive inner worlds' - there are images and feelings that run deep. Often they are (at best) ignored or (at worst dismissed). I wonder why so many are so reluctant - or even fearful - of expressing them?
Deleteoh goodness, I'm such a sucker for romance!! I had to listen a few times, so delicious. :)
ReplyDeleteOh thank you, Amanda. I am SO glad that you enjoyed it. I think that the world should be regularly seasoned with a liberal sprinkling of romance.
DeleteI too say yes to a liberal sprinkling of romance!
DeleteBeyond magical!! I have no words ..your voice..your flow of words..the experience of being inside your poetry is a blissful journey! It is like you were singing from pieces of my soul..you are fantastic and brilliant!
ReplyDeletePure beauty!!
Victoria
Aw thank you that is so lovely of you - I am really touched. I am delighted that you enjoyed it.
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