Whispers on the Wind

M.E.M.

I hear them as they glide

Will-o’-the-wisps and their

Etherial sound beckon me forth.

 

Pulsing blue light

Guides me through the darkness

of the wood around me.

 

They flit—for a moment—into view

before dashing off around a bend,

A tree. A rock.

I chase the pull they have on me

To a clearing of stones

 

The wind is strongest here.

Swirling my frock around.

In my head and all around

the whispers grow louder.

 

They speak to me in their native tongue

of wishes and prayer.

Wisps of magic and hope.

We dart off into the moonlight woods

In search of dreams yet to be dreamt.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2023 13:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: Comments are welcome. I never knew the direction this one was going to take till the words appeared. Created: 2/3/23 | Revised: 3/1/23 | Completed: 3/7/23
  • Category: Fable
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  • Myth

    Hollo .. mysterious. .
    I think you have been nominated to join them
    Because I sense unique tint in this poem ..Even before you know their native tongue ..☺

    • M.E.M.

      Thank you so much!



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