Open Poetry #30 |
Dryad in Late Fall |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Slip into slumber home of the Dryad, Shedding the green you held so long, Colors bursting out had made her glad Dancing to their fall in gleeful song, But now she wanders about so sad In fields away from where she belongs. Frost pixies make the grasses white Preparing for the coming season Now working in to the late of night. From meadows edge the dryad looks on. Mighty Oak calls to her to return To comfort his roots in the cold ground But she wants to see the season turn Feel the chill wind and hear it’s sound. Her green hairs fades to starkest white And stiffness fills her as she walks Oak wont miss her for just one night As she joins the night elves in their talks. Too soon the coming of the years first snow Rushing to her oak to which she’s bound With in it’s trunk safety she will know If only she remembers where it is found. Ice and snow with the windy cold Covers the tracks and trails of the forest, She was too adventurous and bold And now has no place for her to rest Except for in the piling of the snow Where next spring an oak sapling will grow. Gloom |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
wonderful--the personification here is magickal, prof. I was sorry this was over when I was done--(oh--that was sort of your point, huh? ) Bravo, m'buddy! Great to read you again. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Whoa! Had to read this again. This is well personified-I could imagine her, as if I knew her. I liked how you transitioned this to cover a length of time, showing her in different circumstances. Very nice write, Professor. Sadelite |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
But now she wanders about so sad In fields away from where she belongs. sometimes it is hard to know exactly where we belong Prof. As always, I enjoyed reading your words. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Serenity, Always nice to be read, glad you liked this, Sort of runs towards the Mythical / Magical But I thought I would leave the city confines at least In my poem and mind. Thank you, Sadelite, Glad you enjoyed, and mythical beast are everywhere And always Perhaps you’d better check the weeping willow by the lake Never can tell whom will live in a place like that A gnome? A pixie? Or just a stay cat. Thank you, Gentle Spirit, Yes very hard to know where and also with whom we belong, I suppose some have pieces of April when others have a December Chill. Pleased you took the time to read and respond. Gloom |
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