A Realm of Dream

I dreamt of gold gouged from a mile-deep mine
On shores that know the lap of haunted seas,
There under stars that throng the Pleiades,
Where comets and the solar winds all twine,
A place no living wizard may divine.
That isle is framed with dark phylacteries,
Twice potent magics and black sorceries,
An evil place that juts above the brine.

But in my dreams I glide among its tombs,
And ruined castles tilting toward a swamp,
Where shadows hide gray spirits and sad glooms,
Where once was royal splendor and proud pomp,
And then I mark a spirit near an elm,
She sighs a breathy sigh for all that realm.

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  • Lady Dragonwyck
    May 10
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    .."a spirit near an elm, she sighs a breathy sigh for all that realm". And a lovely write to take us there.

    Lady D


  • Sandygram silver member
    May 10
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    Lovely Imagery

    Hello Michael, Your words speak of such a sad dream. Dreams are meant to be sweet and happy. An escape from the sadness of the day. Your poems are always so lovely and the imagery and rhyme superb!!!!!!!Always a pleasure when I stop by. I am never disappointed.

    BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVO

    You take care,
    Sandy


  • Melodies silver member
    May 9
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    Ah, the feelings and images that I gathered up here are causing me a burst of admiration and delight! I wish I wish I wish... I might, listen to you recite poems, tonight!


  • Amera gold member
    May 9
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    How many sonnets did Shakespeare write: 154? I'm sure you have him beat and yours are so much more fun to read. This Italian sonnet is a vacation for the mind. I love it! Bravo!

    Love,
    Amera♥