IN MOSS AND SWAMP
Beyond the gates of reason lies
a land of mediaeval dreams
where few men travel any route
beyond the route that’s common seen.
A land of purple shadowed paths
where vague assenting breezes blow
and spells are wrapped in indigo
within the lee of murmuring trees.
And deep within the leaf green light
the faeries dance among the glades
as maids in wattle woven bowers
comb out their flowing flaxen hair.
As dreams depart the fictive path
where nettles nip at legs and thighs
they fade in violet dark within
a pitcher plant in mossy swamp.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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I too have seen those faeries, beautiful to watch as was this poem to read.
A fine write and pic Michael. Mediaeval - would that be around 1066? If so, I know it well. Or is that too early for it?!
Plonk in the middle but the faeries wore armour in those days - did you ever see any?
A picture in a stream - pitchcha?! Strange place for it.
THANKS MIKE ~ A Pitcher Plant is carnivorous and traps insects for food ! They are also inhabited by FAERIES ! I love mediaeval fantasy poems and this is a good example ! Your metre is impeccable and there is sufficient rhyme & half rhyme to make it smooth to both read and recite ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
What a great compliment - thanks so much Brian - on reading your comments I wonder if others will pick up on the reference to the pitcher plant - just amended the last line to make it clearer.
A land of mediaeval dreams is a land of purple path and this has revealed greatest joy in life through perception. A pitcher plant in mossy swamp amazes mind. This poem is really very interestingly drafted with rich imagery and we get a clear essence with great imagery. This poem is excellent poem.
Thank you so much Pintu for your so kind words.
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