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Captive Child

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Up in woodlands airy
Atop aspens covered in snow
Dances the northern faerie
Golden fiery wings aglow
Songs to entice; songs of delight,
Alpine faeries jovially sing
Through the day and into night
Enchanting golden bells ring
Sing a sizzling song; play the pale pink pipe
Swing and sway all day long till the sweet orange sun is ripe
Giddy laughter fills the sky
Fire flickers and flashes
Thunder echoes in reply
Pleasing incense rises from ashes
Beware children of their allure
Close your ears to enchanting spell
Believe not their song's lure
Calling you to say farewell
Come away lonely child; leave the world's pain behind
Live with faeries free and wild; fresh daring dreams you'll find
Pleasure measured for a season
Metaphor and emotions
Overcome rhyme and reason
Controlled chaos for endless motions
Behind the dream lies a winter chill
Children pulled by pleasing northern lights
Are bond forever to the faerie's will
Captured by the cold darkened nights
Cast your eyes on lighted pleasure; lonely child forget you ails
Live a life of peaceful leisure; explore our whitened trails
Paths that lead to destruction
Hidden by flower’s fragrant perfumes
Stimulating sensuous seduction
Masking the danger that looms
Enslaved children cry night and day
“Faerie dust has blinded our eyes and ears
We have been deceived and led astray
Who will wipe away our falling tears?”
Hush little child don't you cry; dance your fears far away
You are here until you die in the shallow shades of gray
Not noble nor mighty knight
A pauper with the blood of a king
Lay awake during the night
Hearing the captive children sing
Simple love births the wise
Tears water passion and grief
A heart rages for relief
In humility power will arise
Hush little child silence your cries; freedom is on its way
Life is born when a seed dies; rains nourish from clouds of gray
The humble pauper walked the earth
Journeyed far from his home land
Holding nothing of value or of worth
Except the very heart in his hand
To the captive children he gave his heart
Children who exchanged their heart for his own
Were able to break the chains and depart
Never again to be bound and alone

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  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    February 7, 2008

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    wow

    Love this...
    Such a wonderful fairy tale
    Love it...your branching out more and more..
    Keep penning...
    Best of luck in the contest
    Hugs
    Susan~~~


  • BlueEyeWonder1988
    February 7, 2008

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    Your audience is viewed . .

    as for everyone in this piece is nice perspective as a fellow poet. keep up the goood work. Goodluck in my contest.


  • Emile
    February 7, 2008

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    Very Good

    "wipe away (are) falling tears" typo
    Wonderful work with great thought given to the subject mater as it is gently unfolded for the readers delight. Nice flow of words and a pleasant sounding poem with all the right stuff to evoke memories of fairy tales in both young and old. Your words are colorful and so poetic that they flow off the tongue.


  • Tony El Great silver member
    February 7, 2008

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    The last two stanzas just don't fit the rest of the poem for me. The whole poem is wonderful about children getting lost in the woods and freezing to death; then you bring like a Christian element into it with just the last two stanzas which is nice but it doesn't fit with this poem which is so delightfully macawb; so different are the last two stanzas, it feels as if some else wrote them.


  • Robin Candor
    January 30, 2008

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    This is so wonderful. The entire piece reminds me of our hometown poet, (James Whitcomb Riley). He always took the time to speak the voice of children. We grow weary, we grow faint, we are bought and sold, only to please some earthly job master. In this verse you have captured something that trancends all our adult bleak perspectives. I want to go there. I want to live in this place. The little people win and the world is set aright again. Good luck in the contest. You are the real deal. The story against the voice of the fairies is spectacular. RC

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