As the bittersweet berries are burst from their bright
orange husks in the dead of the night
in the bitterest cold where the vine's taken hold
and strangled the host with its life
Then the oak and the apple shall furnish our due
of healing by mistletoe's ball
when it's cut from the bough and brought in by the few
who live by the old ways, recall
That to worship the green in the dead of the cold
assures the cycle to follow
when the daylight returns its bright leaf by twofold
abundant where woods fell hollow
With the ivy and bays, we restore the green ways
with smilax and thistle we sup
asking goodness and mercy to follow these days
as surely as death interrupts
A contest entry
- The Ivy Tree~Buoyant Moon~Druid Zodiac Series by Blue Rew.
1020 points, ended October 22, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Congratulations
So pleased to see gold on this gem. Congratulations my friend. Exceptional work and so deserving of this and much much more. YAY! ~Pamela
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I like the subtley displayed in slant ryhmes and wood craft. The chants of quiet song that sing to the hope of the coming spring when king and queen rise again. Bly talks about the rituals involved in making sure that the green queen returns and the sun king rises again in the sky and how we are all called to them. I am rambling. Well done.
Love, Tom B.
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I am simply....... speechless.
I loved this. Absolutely loved this. Bravo Poet! ~Pamela
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So many lovely poetic devices such as slant rhyme, alliteration, internal rhyme and metaphor make this a joy to read. Its melancholy tone is sad, but hopeful. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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This flows like a whispered song or low chant.
I felt the wisdom move through these words.
The display and rhyme make it as enticing as
it is focused. Blue
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This poem is beautiful yet a little sad, but it brings fort my loonging for the winter wind ^_^
Last month with sun, and half a year to follow in the dark, this year I can't be all lazy and sleep long
Silly school starting so early!
Best of luck in the contest! ^_^
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If we could regrow ourselves similar to a trimmed oak or the hardy ivy, that comes back even more lush and full. I love your rhyme, so full of nature but yet shadowed with the darkness of inevitable death. We mere mortals are ever so mortal. I love the background too
Your poem is earthy and apt!
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