The wind spins its whispers
That she catches with her smile
Standing high above the rooftops
She can tastes its windy guile
There are places of dark magic
Filled with spells cast all around
In their haste they lie so dormant
Like voices mute without a sound
In her dreams she dreams of places
Where the storm clouds gather high
Far above where heaven is waiting
A silent tear in the storm's eye
But with each thought and mute reflection
She gathers moments to herself
Chasing weather vanes and butterflies
With such gracefulness and stealth
While the wind spins other stories
To beleaguer and beguile
It ducks and weaves with puckish flair
Across sacred grove and stile
She dances with such fleet of foot
The wind is on her heels
As it spins to catch her unawares
Across open patchwork fields
She has no equal so I've been told
Dressed in her robes of leaf and vine
This child of nature dances with the wind
On the wings of butterflies
You may catch a glimpse before you dream
She waits on the edges where we sleep
And listens to the whispered breaths
Where the wind dreams long and deep...
Author notes
8-pic credit:Butterflies and Hurricanes by ~Aerelin
A contest entry
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Comments
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I really loved the imagery you created with this write. This was great. The flow was very nice.
"She has no equal so I've been told
Dressed in her robes of leaf and vine
This child of nature dances with the wind
On the wings of butterflies" this is my favorite part.
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Ooooh- la-la! ...
you have shared some great lines in this poem/lyrics and the imagery is quite distinct! I really ID'd with the lines:
"You may catch a glimpse before you dream
She waits on the edges where we sleep
And listens to the whispered breaths
Where the wind dreams long and deep..."
because this is something that I think about before I cross the threshold of the great beyond and often wonder if others enjoy these magical moments of reflection ... A grand place!
You seem to have caught those moments of bright ectasy that are not to be duplicated in one's waking hours.
Butterflies & hurricans! joy
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awww this is lovely, great write for the prompt and good luck, thanks so much for entering, and i hope you had fun, take care
stephanie
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