To see your silver circle in November’s sky, near spent,
beneath a roof of crisping leaves and branches dry and bent,
to wait in shadow’s half embrace and see enchantment spread:
that argent light of holiness that sparkles from your head.
To watch you rise above the wood, above the castle keep
to join your sister friends, the stars, whilst all my brothers sleep.
The tower guard is dozing as your presence passes by,
ascending to your moving throne, to light and bless the sky.
Author notes
Aine (pronounced Awn-ya) was an Irish moon goddess. She is associated with the essence of life which exists in all things e.g., a land entering winter, a rock, a man. The photos evoke her for me. Her feminine power is powerful, reassuring
and constant.
A contest entry
- Fully by Mari Goes.
1300 points, ended November 22, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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First, it's very beautiful, soothingly so. You capture the photo with clear images that the reader can see without that actual photo. There's a wistful feel to your words, as if some depth of memory exists in that sky, sad in the memory of it's absence. I also like that you link it all to man, making it pertinent to the reader.
Thank you for this lovely poem
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I'm delighted you like this poem. Thank you.
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I wasn't sure about the sparkling from her head, but overall, I really loved this piece. I would read this to my daughters.
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Yes, the sparkling from head bit seems a bit silly. I could have done better. I value your remarks. Thank you.
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Enchanting.
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