I close my eyes to paint a pictured scene
a view; unfurls and takes my breath a-way
and then my thoughts veer off unto a dream
A crystal world that’s carved in full array.
Where colours shape into a twinkled mould.
Across this place; there lies a glistened hue;
a stream runs through a gorge of Healers gold;
which lays beneath a diamond studded dew.
A water-hole is made from Moonstone shells
here angels rest and cleanse their soiled wings
and fairies come to dance around their wells.
Where giants roam and keep away the sins.
My vision of this moor begins to fold
But nice to share my ‘Myth-upon-the-wold’
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Poetic25 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2018 16:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Daydreaming place
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments5
Magical!
Thank you Jaime and for reading
Michael 🙂
lovely 🙂 its like a fantasy world.. quite beautiful 🙂
Thank you yellowrose, it is indeed a fantasy
Michael 🙂
A beautiful daydream!. Like Jamie said, "magical", because indeed it sounds so. Great job! Christina
Thank you Christina for your lovely words and reading
Michael 🙂
You shared it so beautifully I would love to visit it!
Thank you Lorna, well who knows with 'dreams' 🙂
Michael
well done -vivid a joy to read
Thank you poelove and for reading
Michael 🙂
you are very welcome,
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