The wizard tapped his magick stick
and all the witches stopped to look.
Their weaving of the nighttime sky
stopped, abruptly, by the brook.
Old wizard smiled and nodded then
and clapped his hands and tapped his boot.
The dance began and all the folk
cast out their work and followed suit.
Whirling 'round the forest glen,
enchantment swirled and laughed delight.
All magick creatures leaped and twirled...
this lasted far into the night.
Beauty rained through every heart,
for nature smiled upon them all.
The wizard finally clapped his hands
and ended, then, the fey folk ball.
Author notes
Option 6
A contest entry
- Weave Me Into Your Magick Spell by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended January 14, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - RAIN poetry ~~ Group contest... Chocolate-eating peg-leg pirates by Melodies.
900 points, ended February 13, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh, this is a beautiful poem filled with enchantment and adventure of the fey folk. I really like the rhythm of this, and the story and rhyming.
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A nice, short poem full of magic. Thanks for entering this into my contest.
Blessings,
~Moonchild -
Ah, love this. Another enchanting piece. This definitely weaves some magick.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
Storm -
Enchanting
The meter is steady, and the wizard in your poem draws me into the dance. Lovely story, and well done.
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An imaginative write and story. Good imagery, flow, rhyme and tone. Nice depth of feeling. Vivid descriptives, nice rhythm. Good word choice, nice alliteration and assonance. Well penned and much enjoyed.
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I like this
A poem about a song filled night that could easily be a song itself. The scene came alive in my mind and I watched happily as I read each line. Very nice.
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I want that wizards stick this is a great poem.Goodluck to you in this contest best wishes and much love
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