my songbird of the wood green wild
placed lyrics on the wind
calls her love from the forest green
come venture ever in
she sings to chords of the willow tree
paints flowers with the sun
floating seeds of hope in a silver stream
from cobweb finely spun
gathering tears of the sycamore
to quench her silver tongue
the elders sway in harmony
to the beauty in her song
my songbird of the wood green wild
now ready to begin
calls her love from the forest green
tis the season of within
the tinkling echos of the hours pass
come creatures from afar
midnite falls as a curtain drawn
o'er the light of a blazing star
the velvet spell of her perfumed hand
is taken by the breeze
oiled in love she kissed its name
then lost amidst the trees
my songbird of the woodgreen wild
now wed unto the night
calls her love from the forest green
surrendered to her plight
my songbird of the woodgreen wild
sings sweetly by the day
as she calls her love from the forest green
where silently i lay
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With nothing fresh to publish today, and looking forward to glorious spring, here is something i wrote a while ago which for me romances the glory of leafy woodland times.
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DA by far my favourite one of yours by a long yard. Totally faved
Very kind of you to say so. I'm a bit proud of this one too tbh, it was August 2017 i first put it on mps. Maybe i will dig up some more of my old stuff for an airing.
A fine write D A.
A fine comment Orchidee.
A scene I could read all day is your tale of wild love in a woodgreen hideaway - - great stuff and more of this please D.A.
Aaah but i have to be in the right mood or should i say trance. This was inspired by the lyrics of those 60's 70's progressive music artists who could create a fantasy world for a whole album.... was fun and exciting back then aaah but i was young and impressionable. What a marvellous state that was.
I shall try to concoct yet more and maybe dig up another oldie of mine from 2017 which is where i dug this up from.
Superb sir.. absolutely...
You can beat an egg and a bush and a drum... but ya just can't beat a green and leafy woodland glade, now can ya...…
Neville
Ha ha ha, can't shake a stick at a comment like that now can ya? I wish i could write another of these every day but the brain just won't go there most of the time.
A lovely writing. MM
Thank you M&M.
Wow. This is amazing! Truly. I was lost in it from the very first line. You've quite the skill. Really impressed. Fab!
Thank you so much Clara. I only wish I could write like this more often. I was inspired by 60's 70's psychadelic/mystery lyrics from musicians of the day. I'll try to get my mind back there again soon.
A real poets poem - a super write.
That sir is a compliment indeed. Thank you.
Wonderful write d a, may that songbird sing in our lives forever.
Andy
Thanks Mr G. The songbird flies around inside my head each day but doesn't always chirp the same inspiration as this piece from Aug 2017. Doesn't time fly?
d a, let that songbird of yours sing more often! Great writing.
Thank you Fred. I'm trying to get my mind into these fantasy fable type verses again. I think i need warmer weather and a few nights in the forest to spook me back into it.
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