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Elemental

Elemental


Lean back against the crescent moon, Sweet Bess
and let cool air caress bare breasts
hennaed in Luna, indigo tattooed in night.  
Gently sway in breezes born aloft
and nod to sleepy mortal dreams
that whisper of enchanted dancing and delight.

Sit back to back to back to back
with sisters born of starlight, mist, and shadow.
Sit bound to earth upon a lichened boulder,
arms wrapped about each others waists,
and draw those spirits that would slip the veil
that flutters between this, and that, and then.  

Trail one long and slender foot
in day warmed waters of your secret pool
and travel far as innocent brooks cascade
into tumultuous rivers that race
to swell their oceans deep with wisdom.
Shed joyous tears for birthings, weep grief with death.

Ride impassioned through love’s conflagration
on fiery steeds ablaze with heat and light.
Inflame, inspire, intoxicate, provoke
until the always smoldering embers rekindle.
Ignite the molten traceries of burning desire
with tongues of flame.  

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Written October 31st, 2005

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  • tinuelena
    January 28, 2006
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    oh, this was ethereal... surreal... I loved it. Everything just rolled off my tongue (on my second read-through, I read it out loud to myself). An applause for you... this was well penned.

    Elizabeth


  • Brother John
    January 28, 2006
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    Enchanting

    Oh I like this one Sis! You know that I always say I live in two worlds (One I simply call the "Other" world). We know well enough and all about this one but your "Elemental" beautifully describes that other. I really liked your: "hennaed in Luna, indigo tattooed in night". My sister the painter using words as her brushes and filling them with wonderful colors. Bravo!


  • wishintreeUK
    January 24, 2006
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    Excellent!

    This is one of the best poems I have had the privlege to read in a while. The images your chosen words bring to the mind and eye are so vivid, alowing your reader to read along with the greatest of ease. The metaphor's you have chosen are excellent.."firey steeds ablaze with heat and light"
    Well done, this was well worth the visit and read

    ~Katie~