quench

dusk arising

 

 


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  

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2020 08:52
  • 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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  • Users favorite of this poem: Saxon Crow, Clara
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  • Saxon Crow

    DA by far my favourite one of yours by a long yard. Totally faved

    • dusk arising

      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.

    • orchidee

      A fine write D A.

      • dusk arising

        A fine comment Orchidee.

      • Fay Slimm.

        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.

        • dusk arising

          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.

        • Neville

          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

          • dusk arising

            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.

          • myself and me

            A lovely writing. MM

          • Clara

            Wow. This is amazing! Truly. I was lost in it from the very first line. You've quite the skill. Really impressed. Fab!

            • dusk arising

              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.

            • Michael Edwards

              A real poets poem - a super write.

              • dusk arising

                That sir is a compliment indeed. Thank you.

              • Goldfinch60

                Wonderful write d a, may that songbird sing in our lives forever.

                Andy

                • dusk arising

                  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?

                • FredPeyer

                  d a, let that songbird of yours sing more often! Great writing.

                  • dusk arising

                    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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