. This courtyard is filled with numerous oak trees and scented by the perfume of hundreds of roses. This space is tranquil and provides the perfect atmosphere for creating poetry or music. At the moment, I am reclining against the warm stone wall, relaxing, while my muse inspires me. I am contemplating on some music to accompany the poem I have just written on parchment. The scroll sits at my feet, unrolled, so that I may read the words as the music flows through my mind. Should you happen to enter my courtyard now, you will be able to read the poem before I store it away with the other scrolls in the metal box under the largest oak tree in my courtyard. This poem will be a reminder of the mystical times when the Old Ways were practiced.
Mists of Time
Mists have fallen over Avalon,
Ancient voices have ceased to exist;
Wind whistling through moors echoes a time -
When the Old Ways ruled before the mist.
Red, red roses released their perfume -
Whispering - remember the Old Ways.
Incantations cracked silence of air -
While potions potent released their spells;
Dances in moonlight around old oaks,
Visions seen in the water of wells.
Red, red roses released their perfume -
Whispering - remember the Old Ways.
Lady of the Lake - gone forever,
Merlin and Morgaine - silenced in mist,
Swirling memories of arcane rituals,
The Old Ways gone - to be reminisced.
Red, red roses released their perfume -
Whispering - remember the Old Ways.
Dreams interweave with reality -
Spiriting me towards the ancient past,
Haunting images of Avalon,
The Holy Isle has my soul held fast.
Red, red roses release their perfume -–
Whispering - you remembered at last.
© March
3, 2002, Linda Rose Mainella
For an interesting twist of a personality test, visit the link below:
I am heroic couplets; most precise
And fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice.
I know, of course, just what I want; I know,
As well, what I will do to make it so.
This doesn't mean that I attempt to shun
Excitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun;
But they must keep their place, like all the rest;
They might be good, but ordered life is best. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
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A flute and a harp are nearby so that I may experiment with the music I hear before writing it down. If you arrive while I'm practicing, please feel free to sit and listen while I play the harp or flute for your enjoyment.
