© RH Peat 12/20/2010 6:36pm
Form: 5 tercepts/ 15 lines/ Free-verse
Metaphor: Woman as Love's desire.
Song To The Fairy Queen
Song To The Fairy Queen
Oh earthly gem, sparkle womanly spirit
made from love’s fermenting desires.
Why have you hidden in the darkness?
Gleam, gleam, free your wings little butterfly,
fly the meadow near the laughing streambed.
Swallow the nectar from the rose-bud’s eye.
Listen to the breathy willow’s rustled music
that heaves within the wind’s soft sighs;
let a sugar-plum fall into your spring dreams.
Oh little spirit that follows, flows, rides the soft
pillows of sky lift yourself to sip the rain-cupped
blossom that falls down on your sweetness.
Swallow-up the deep core of the world
and let it glow, grow into love’s tower where
fancy is a dream and the dream is all of life.
© RH Peat 12/20/2010
Great imagery, wonderful piece, thank you
A well fitting tribute to women. Enjoyable write in the great romantic tradition. The last line is superb for a finish.
Swallow-up the deep core of the world and let it glow, grow into love’s tower where fancy is a dream and the dream is all of life... wonderful lines ron... dream... dream...dream....
you are the master crafter of imagery Ron...nice one!
The last stanza caught my imagination in this very well written piece...great work as usual Ron tfs
This is phenomenal , soft as flower bed and stimulating the senses with each verse . The imagery is grand and poetically sophisticated...I like the rustled music heaving within wind's soft sigh ......true that love takes the shape of our imagination , it flows like that laughing stream bed , it flies swiftly as a butterfly in spring ...and in lover's tower a dream is larger than the lifetime ....
Beautiful tribute to every women. Last stanza: a real gem. Blessings, Ron