Cloaked by velvet red
in dim hours
small hours,
before the zenith,
to call up the names
of winter
to breathe in
solistice.
The stars guide her path
as she reveals her face
to the sky, to the sun,
to Odin.
Calling the spirits
of the wind.
Author notes
http://redsigns.deviantart.com/art/Red-Priestess-99325592
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie!! You Interested? by Sweet Impatience.
1500 points, ended February 11, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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This piece earns the respect of gods and goddess all of seið. Nicely done.
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Magnificent write. How well the imagery of your words match with the photo. Loved it!
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nice solstice poem. Congrats on the bronze.
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Oh, I loved this! Congrats on your bronze. Very well done.
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your words brought this picture to life, I love the imagery that you've created. this is a beautiful beautiful poem
good luck
kat
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Oh, my....Definitely some superb word-choices here, especially 'zenith' and 'solstice'. Well done & good luck
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You did a wonderful job with this .. the picture has now come to life. Best of luck to you with it.
Riftkin
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Very nice. I think you captured the spirit of the picture very well in this poem. Best of luck in the contest.
Mike
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Wonderful work here with this prompt!
All the best to you with this one and keep
up the wonderful work here!
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Thankyou Jeremy.
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You are so welcome my friend. Take care!
Jeremy0826
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