Poetry by Me

Quixotic

Swirling hues of green and blue

Separated suddenly to breakthrough

Into a vision, a prophetic hallucination

Standing before me; Earthmother and cauldron

 

The sun flared gold and bon-fire red

As Earthmother twisted her Shagbark head

Chanting unwords I listened and stood

As new life appeared from her branches of wood

 

Cascading green leaves and fragrant flowers grew

While tiny damselflies flitted and flew

The sound of a drum aroused my perception

And I turned to behold a buff reflection

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For there on the ground, a pond of clear water

Bubbled and frothed as it began to alter

Lightening struck the ground like Neptune’s fork

As peculiar creatures took flight with torque

 

Out of the water the demon rose

To add his claim to Earthmother’s woes

In a rapture he slashed and cut down the trees

Maned the animals and killed all the bees

 

The moon turned red and the wind stood still

Death and destruction to him was a thrill

The Earthmother cried at the needless bloodstain

Then turned to her cauldron of arcane

 

Fervently she chanted a healing prayer

To encourage mankind to take notice and care

About the fragile Earth we live upon

And how healthy and happy we can become.
(C) 2018

Enchanted Gathering

Brownies bustled sweeping the forest floor

Chimera took charge supervising them all

Faeries, by the dozen maybe hundreds, mingled in a buzz

As Fuaths, the ugly little jerks, mischievous, poked tongues

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Gnomes patted the dust from their peaked red hats

While Pixies played the tambourine like aristocrats

A group of Elves stood to the side, their noses up high

Pegasus kept a keen look out high in the sky

 

For the word was in the woodland that day

That the ancient spirits would come out and play

 

Music could be heard, soft sounding from far away

Coming closer; the Mountain Nymphs began to sway

Keen excitement, respectful fear, and eager hope

Tingled through the gathering, as a kaleidoscope

 

Of auras surrounded the scene

And the image of the ancients who had been

Present when the Earth was born shone upon them

Giving them love and hope and the energy to become

 

The best creature they could be in a forest full of ones

An individual, a being, an entity of love

Live in harmony, pursue your dreams

And praise the earth, the sun and moonbeams.
(C) 2018

 

Much love
Mel xx

 

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