Stars nova, lamenting their loss.
Yearning darkness inhales galaxies
that God replaces, gently effacing time.
The Daoine Sídhe,
Angels who took no side
in God or Lucifer's crimson-handed strife;
expelled from heaven and hell.
Wise Gaia welcomed
martyred earthbound exiles.
Eons passed unnoticed...
Feasting in palace mounds
and riding lily-white palfreys;
braided ribbons, charms, bells
in their tossing manes and tails.
Promenading sweet-grass meadows,
singing moon-rise benedictions.
A daughter of man drew close
drawn by quicksilver music one eve;
she listened and was transformed,
bright moonlight married her soul.
Her heirs carry this Elven gift,
rare art and silver-tongued poetry;
sometimes leaping generations,
yet full flower in artful poets
penning supple-moonlit magic.
Author notes
Contest; A toast to AP's Favorite ~ Amera ~ promt
Picture artist: Dan Lacey
picture credit, my own of the full moon taken from my house
Happy AP birthday my loving and wonderful friend. You are a light and a blessing, shining for all to see.
A contest entry
- A toast to AP's Favorite ~ Amera ~ promt by Rebekah-Ann.
1500 points, ended December 31, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
whatever you feel is right
Comments
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Amazing! I love this poem! thank you so much for entering the birthday celebration contest and making Amera feel special on her 2nd AP Bday.
Take care
Becks
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Thank you for your comment and for holding this contest honoring Amera.
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Wow! I don't know what to say! This is really beautiful. I'm saving this poem in my treasure room to read and re-read over and over. I can't thank you enough. I must admit that I had to look up; Daoine Sídhe, so I learned something as well. Thank you so much!
Love,
Amera♥
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If my pen has any strength today it is because you took me in your arms guiding my first poetic steps. Because you gave me help, tempered with your compassionate knowledge. I was an egg, you gave me a nest and rainbow wings.
I love you Amera, happy AP birthday
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gift
Her heirs carry this Elven gift
rare art and silver-tongued poetry
sometimes skipping generations
Yet full flower in lovely Amera,
penning soft-moonlit magic
to charm her loving friends
oh my her gift indeed you have love it
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Thank you my Bardic friend. If you liked this I must have done something right. I admire your writes along these lines immensely.
Namaste
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