The silent giant rises from distant hills' slumber
walking out in dusks fall, quietly tall above forest lumber
for on the eves of clear skies, his love has no disguise
and when he walks out over land and sea to paradise arise.
A giant whose very vision shows unstoppable force
walks this night, directly, eager to love of course,
for in his heart he cherish such great wish
and that is to bestow upon his love a gift.
Up the tallest of mountains and into the clouds
this giant continues to the highest of heights allowed;
here he stops, looking at all the stars in heaven you see,
for this is a treasure of pure and shining beauty.
With a sudden and determined smile he seeks
the perfect star for a love's hair, the words he never speaks;
carefully as a mother's touch he find the one best for his clutch,
taking it down from heaven with reverence and love as such.
Now down mountain, and through woods deep,
steady and with determined walk he goes forth with dreams;
a star in his grasp, the most fitting for his love it seems,
for her a sacred star to treasure and to keep.
His fairy, his heart, his love from beyond the start,
the eyes of him forever with her in sight;
his heart beat and blood to rise each and every night
inside his life of quiet living stone and wood.
None other could touch his life, and none other ever would
for she was a vision of gentle and smooth softness and gold.
When he comes to find her sitting smiling there
he will slowly place it to rest gently within her hair.
Forever he will pluck stars for her hair
and comet dust to tickle her with rain and breeze of air.
Author notes
For Myra as her Gaint
Please tell me what you think
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wow, this is beautiful! i haven't read a whole lot of the mythological stuff, but you have done a great job on this one!! as always :-D
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I like stories and this had a story like theme to it. The last two stanzas seemed a little forced. I could sense your desire to keep your rhyming pattern while struggling with maintaining your story and theme. I've been there, I understand.
Take a break from it and return and you may find you a new muse that will help with those last stanzas.
All in all (with those exceptions) it was well written.
John
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well done
just to help the flow of the poem, you should read it out loud to yourself to check the rhythm.
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very, very lovely and cool...
just to help the flow of the poem, you should read it out loud to yourself to check the rhythm.
not sure about "he find the best one for his clutch" part... -
spellbinding
A lovely story and beautifully written. Your imagery is superb, I'm still floating in fantacy land after reading. Well done and thanks for sharing. -
I like the rhyme and rhythm in the first few stanzas, but it did not continue until the end. It might have sounded better though, but this is only an opinion.
To pluck a star, how descriptive and sweet. To reach the heavens just to get that perfect gift? Then that perfect star will rest on her hair and it will shine there. Quite touching and a nice write. Keep on writing. -
Devon ...
when I wrote the mythology, The 10 Giants of Herold's Bay (in Afrikaans, Die 10 Reuse van Heroldsbaai), I could not imagine one of them coming alive, walking this region and its beautiful skies, to pluck the most precious star for my hair! Ah, Giant of Yonder, forever I shall carry this lovely Tiara of Love ... Thank you for the wonderment of this very real fairy tale.
You are so talented; I think you should write a book on fairy tales. I would be honored to be your publisher!
All my Love
Myra
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