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Post by woodsmoke on Nov 24, 2007 14:37:33 GMT -1
Bit embarrassed about posting my poems with the great talents that are present on these boards but here goes...
I blew in on the winds of the east, but I have always been drawn Northward for as long as I can remember. This poem is a bit about that and...well about some other stuff too.
Into The North
Hail, dark, pine-filled horizon Starry skies yawning widely above us The North wind she dances and swirls and sculpts Snow embracing the land like a lover
Hail, land of somnolent darkness Frozen ice mountains tower above us Still the wild North wind dances and wails and moans Driving all with warm blood under cover
Hail, swirling lights of the North-sky That undulates beauty above us In the North wind I hear the strange haunting song Of a crone and a maid and a mother
The mother in me she is calling In the distance the crone chuckles darkly As the maid spins and twists in the lust and the rush Will she settle to rest like the others?
Let the peace of the North be upon her And the wisdom of ancients within her And the courage and honour of every maid Who has taken the hand of the mother.
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Post by Heron on Nov 24, 2007 19:18:54 GMT -1
Mmm
you've got some good rhythms going there, and some good images too.
And with these cold winds blowing it's not difficult to imagine this Northern weather.
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Post by arth_frown on Nov 26, 2007 11:06:33 GMT -1
Nothing to be embarrassed about.
Excellent! it fills my imagination with images.
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