Rowing his boat, he comes upstream,
Water rippling quietly.
Mist hanging softly, softly as a dream,
And Oh, he comes quietly.
Then Quietly beaches her, upon rocky shore,
Leaping to land quietly.
The mist for walls, the sky a roof, Autumn as a floor,
And Oh, he comes on quietly.
Coming inland a ways, to beneath a leafless oak,
Leaning against it quietly.
Form veiled by shadow, and lazy drifting smoke,
And Oh, he waits quietly.
Face veiled from moonlight, by flowing velvet cape,
She comes on silently,
Stealing over misty grass, beside the misty lake.
And Oh, she comes silently.
Coming to a stand of trees, she slips out of sight,
Navigating the maze silently.
Passed the ghosts and phantoms of the night.
And Oh, she moves silently.
Then at last breaks the last barrier of forests wooded bars,
And runs to the oak silently.
To embrace the man who waits, underneath the stars,
And Oh, she sighs, silently.
Standing they survey each other, by light of silver moon,
Uttering endearments quietly.
Then move off hurriedly, for absences will be noted soon,
And Oh, they move quietly.
Back to the boat he leads her, into the boat she climbs,
And they push off silently.
As oars kiss the water softly, on land, alarms chime,
But they are gone, silently.
And from where I watch I smile, a bard with a new tale,
And move on humming quietly.
And move on humming quietly, of a love that will not fail,
That I saw, because I walked quietly.
By Analexii (Cassidy R. Scaglione)
Author notes
Well, i don't really know if this is precisely what you have in mind for this contest, but for lack of better i will post it anyways. It is freshly written up, only a day old, and never before posted. Also, the first in a series of poems i intend to write, from the Veiwpoint of a travelling bard, perhaps the same one spoken of in my earlier poem, "The mystery of the Nomad" I haven't decided yet. Anyways, Hopefully you'll enjoy it.
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Very beautiful. I loved the repetition of "quietly" and "silently" and especially how you correlated them with the gender of your characters. It took me three reads before I could comment this, but once I committed to reading it, I was enthralled and kind of didn't want it to end, lol.
I especially love the twist ending; it was a nice spin on the story and a wonderful way to end it. Fantastic job. Thanks for entering, and good luck. -
what a beautiful poem. it flows wonderfully. thank you and good luck.
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this is quite lovely and endearing, you almost have to read it in a whisper because of the repitition of quietly and silently but that adds to the atmosphere generated in the words of the tale, well done, Broad
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Thank you for taking the time to comment.
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Thankyou for your beautiful piece, and I indeed enjoyed the read, Bella
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