Where shadows fall below the hills,
I hear a woman’s spirit call,
To echo with unearthly trills
Where shadows fall.
Across the bay a midnight squall
This placid lake stirs up and thrills
Below the headland’s cliff face wall.
The mounting storm her echo kills,
While near her tomb, imperial,
Soft silver moonlight deftly spills
Where shadows fall.
Author notes
a roundel... a la Swinburne...
Please tell me what you think
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Topnotchsy said it! Always a thrill and pleasure to read anything you have written! Your rhymes, the rhythm, the subjects! Ah! This is the reason poetry was invented! I said I would marry your poetry and I still hold to that!
This one is eerie with a touch of sadness. I couldn't do it justice if I tried to tell you why I like it!
Love it!
Dari xxx
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it beautiful ^^
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I rarely click on poems in the Featured section as I feel a sense of responsibility then to comment and at times that means forcing my way through a poem that I have little interest in reading.
Seeing a poem of yours there made for an easy decision to click as I know that every poem of yours offers wonderful imagery and poetic word selection. This poem was no different, and I truly enjoyed. You have a real way with words!!
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Poet
In these hard times it is so pleasureable to feast on a soft a lovely piece of poetry. Wherever they shadows may fall may they not obstruct your pen from writing. excellent.
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Nice, like it, very well presented. Nice use of adjectives and rhyme ... well written.
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Yeah something else you do perfectly...
This is lovely Michael, full of captivating, strong images, and a tone that beckons the reader to follow along, all wrapped up in wonderful form.
, Dannie 
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This is really a lovely read my friend. I don't think I have seen you write a Rondel before so this is very impressive.
Love,
Amera♥
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