entranced aslumber o'er woodgreen moss
chanced whispers call and dance
into a dream a woodnymph trilled
to steal of hearts romance
gossamer wings paint airy trails
through twighlight's eerie hue
where floating fairy fingers lead
beneath bows of deja vu
and there a star, a dream fortold
of love so long subdued
yeilds a clue and stole a heart
a leaf shaped silver shoe
through carpet green oer tumbled root
bracken thorn and sinued vine
flight of nymph guides light of moon
race of heart and dreams entwine
across the seeds of hope's reveal
bathed in starlight's mercurial pond
the princess of the greenwood dell
sensed promise of beyond
upon the shore of restless night
now a saviour figure stands
the key of future promise held
a leaf shape in it's hand
betwixt the realms of nightfalls sigh
and leafsfall daylight's drone
where woodnymph play neath dragons beard
a dream may rest its home
for each sleeping prayer on lip becomes
words of woven quilt to treasure
when midnight creatures fascinations bring
to our slumbers worthy pleasure
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: after reposting a couple of oldies from 2017 on here for the last two days i thought i would have a go at getting into that old fantasy frame of mind to write a new one. here it is, hoping its up to scratch.
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Quite frankly, I hate you. I am really, really, enjoying these poems DA, they're practically shakespearean!
Shakespear was far more accomplish than I a mere stick rattler. Thank you for your kind words.
Good write dusk.
A fine comment Orchidee, thank you.
An impressive poem D.A. The flow and feel of this ballad to dreams has woven a web to teach hearts of romance. A truly delightful and soothing read.
Fantasy and word play from me. Fun to do but rhyming is so limiting. Thanks, glad you enjoyed this.
Magic words - a great write DA
Twas brought to me 'pon a woodnymph's breath. Then she farted.
Thank u kind sir.
d a, you are a fine poet!
One day i might be somewhere with poetry. At the moment its a bit of a struggle.
Oh wow, this is like a lyrical visual splendour of pure delight and magic! The skill on this site, blows me away sometimes. Brilliantly done.
There certainly are some high quality poets posting here and they are inspiring. Sadly i see a lot of the younger poets do not read - nor comment upon - other poets work which is a shame for it expands ones horizons.
Thank you for your very kind comments.
Yes, I've noticed that as well. Its a shame because, personally, I think I've grown in my writings since I started posting on here. Reading others work and getting involved is entirely positive.
I totally agree with you. That has been my experience too. Encouraging comments have given me confidence to do what i do on here.
What a wonderful write d a, it is so beautiful to read .
It is more than 'up to scratch'.
Andy
I admit i was trying hard and you know how it is... you can get to the stage where u cant see the wood for the trees, so I was unsure. But judging by comments I'm pleased it was approved of.
Thanks again.
Have no fear oh' gallant scribe, ye doth pen magnificently and then some... By Jove sir this is simply splendid... No kiddin, full marks ….
Neville
It took some time and effort for it's a leap away from the stuff i usually churn out but i really enjoyed it.
I'm pleased you enjoyed it, was wondering what u may think.
You are absolutely much more than just welcome I can tell ya...
Neville
Reminded me of a Midsummer Night's Dream.
I have heard of that shakespear play but have not read or seen it performed.
OVER hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moonè's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green:
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell thou lob of spirits: I'll be gone
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
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