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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- Comment from author about the poem: Another re-posting here from 2020
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May that worthy pleasure never ever leave you d a.
Andy
I wish my dreams really were like this Andy.
Truly lovely 🙂🙂 loved the read
Thank you Rose. I wish i could write like this every day.
Yes , I understand you are dealing with difficult things . I can’t even always write in the manner I wish to .., sometimes I look back at my writings and think but hang on that isn’t even me , that’s not even how I want to write . I think I have to be in a certain space to write better
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Good write dusk.
Ooo oi likes a wood nymph oi do. Nice earthy magical. Conjuration there Dusk
Yeah, I've seen you lurking in them there woods eyeing up those they woodnymphs with yer eyeballs out on stalks.
Thanks Saxon, one of my own favourite pieces this is.
Thank you for the repost as I've now read 3 times and after a month mental breakdown your words bring me back to others in my world!
Glad to see you still shining my friend
It's nioce to drift off into a fantasy world as is described in the peom. I get myself into an "entertaining my grandchildren" frame of mind to write like that. I'd love to see you doing some fantasy tales to read to your youngest when shes a little older, maybe about a dog hero or two. Nobody knows doggies better than her daddy.
Life aint easy at times but the best plan is to keep breathing etc and, as you know, sooner or later things perk up again.
So beautiful dear dusk
What an imagery
A night may fall
Wonder what dream it may bring upon all
So well written
I wish I could actually dream like this. It's one of my favourites written with my grandchildren in mind. Thank you spiller.
Unearthly beautiful the shadowy silhouettes that dance across the dreamers subconscious bringing magic and myth to ease and relax the recumbent and bring them home again arrested.
Yes, if only my dreams were filled with these scenes I'm sure life would be nicer, smiles would be wider. Thank you woundedheart.
Brilliant!
Well i wish i could feel brilliant, but thank you very much. High praise indeed.
I would have loved to have such a dream. Beautiful.
Rozina, so would I. One day I shall read such poems to my grandchildren and hopefully they may dream in this fantasy land.
A fine write, Dusk.
Beautiful morning coffee read.
Pour one for me Jerry. Are you suffering any of those terrible storms? Are you OK?
No. Thanks for asking. We are out of the range of those.
effing brill ....................................... N
Cor! Thanks guv.
Images of Titania and Oberon! I want that dream!
I don't know who those are, my education was rather basic. But i'm taking it as a compliment, thank you Lorna.
Midsummer's Night - Shakespeare - a comedy - fairies in the woods - Oberon was king of the fairies and Titania his queen! Lots of lovely images!
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