When the sands were kissed by the moonlight beams
The river sparkled with silver white gleams,
The night was cold and the breeze just chill
But for the dancing trees, the land was still,
Quiet and tranquil, she sat that night
Staring at the distant star's loving light;
The sleeping folk awoke to a lyre's tune
While she calmly glanced at the misty moon,
A music thus travelled in the midnight air
Beseeching the men for some time to spare.
From her well curved lips of ruby red
They felt, they heard a tale unsaid,
And as they sought her closer and close
A queen was she, kissed by ethereal glows,
Touched with charm and blessed by grace
She who sung about 'morrow and the passing days..
Like the distilled drop of delicate dew
Her words were clear, each time new,
In silence she sat, not a lyre in hand
But the tale was heard o'er the land.
Author notes
Poetry is life distilled - Gwendolyn Brooks
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Ahh..rhyming poetry that is beautiful, quite rare unless published. Wonderful.
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Once again Dear raspberry you have produced a wonderful
descriptive tale with you well chosen words.As ever a pleasure to read Good luck in the contest
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enchanting tale
Like a lyrical celtic song this poem felt , of magic and expectations.
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"When the sands were kissed by the moonlight beams
The river sparkled with silver white gleams"
great imagery, i loved the rhyming to -
Well structured.
While not my particular taste the title drew me in. I had a different picture of distilled dew, high atop a mountain in Apalachia. A gnarled man with copper tubing and mash distilling a much different creature. But you told a story well and kept to time and meter. Well done. -
a beautiful poem
very nice rhyming and the poem had a soft and mystical mood and the woman was an object of magical qualities; but who was she, how came she to this, what of her intrinsic qualities: the poem provides charm and grace the mythical gifts of the gods[charities]... the meter of the rhyme was excellent and read aloud there was balance, a lovely poem...PK
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Well written.
I like this. It has a grea flow and amazing imagery, and fits the picture very well. Great job. Keep up the good work. Oh, and good structure, too. -
Like the distilled drop of delicate dew
Her word was clear and each time new,
In silence she sat, not a lyre in hand
But the tale was heard o'er the land.
Love that ending...so...perfect
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