Brush away the fairy’s pay
Melt the snow
Clear the pass
So that I may go
Beyond the mountains
Beyond the Toes of the Sky
What summer wishes once did rend
This wood cutting heart
That could barely mend
Such wishes
Such longings
And such desires
Over tales told by old peddlers
Drinking gleefully around the roasting fires
What is the hunger bred in me?
Sired by seasons
I have long longed for and desired
To great my makers
The disquiet itching upon the sole
To be gone
And find that which makes each wanderer whole
The beckoning call of tree bare slopes
And frozen waterfall
Sun bronzed forests
Hung right side up
From the upside down world
I will have them all
Mired in winter’s grasp
I see now the unlatched clasp
That held shut the window
And so I go
Feet fairing fair amidst the greening wood
And muddy path
That leads to the Toes of the Sky
Mist ridden mountain dales
Wild wolves
Haunted wails
Echoing in my chest
Born of stale breads and cheap ales
And old traveler’s tales
Author notes
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A contest entry
- The Mystery Lyric Prompt Contest (No.3) by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended February 12, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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This is a very beautiful written piece. Excellent wording driving superb imagery. I really cannot say anything else about the piece other than all it takes is for the reader to read it, it speaks volumes for itself.
Good write and congrats on gold.
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No problem.
Lyric Prompt No.19 is:
“There are no words to describe the poetry of landscape
I can receive all the magic that my season gives” – from ‘Rage Of The Winter’ by Rhapsody
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