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Unicorn's Gala

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Unicorn's Gala

Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was not by stealth nor definition;
would it have improved their disposition?
Oh bother, “what a bitter tea to hold and drink”
some might say.

Pink quartz was the mantle 
white marble were the floors
Hieroglyphic runes and shapes 
were etched upon the doors
Windows ledged by flowered flats
walkways edged by shrub
Trees of auspicious piety
contained by sanctum tubs
Tapestry paneled galleries
wove ever-changing scenes
Templates of the biosphere
wrought into silk spun screens.

Ivy garlands draped sandstone walls
Indulgence infused the banquet hall
Cinnamon rods, spiked spurs of clove
mulled cider sipped from crystal globes
Lychee lobes, hot peppered scones
clotted cream starched weary bones
Soft music swirled like autumn’s mist
about the heads of chosen guests
Violin, lute and harpsichord      
mild minstrel flanked by troubadour
Harmoniously moved, were the hearts
and heels of man.

The unicorn, a gallant host
on ivory hooves, an ethereal ghost
An entity of truth and faith
a creature of astounding grace 
Awestruck by sharp brindled eyes
white pristine coat, his stately guise      
The neck that sparked irised flame
a glowing arch of lucent mane
Prismatic yellow, red and blue
dipped then peaked to other hues
Entranced by visual rhapsody 
Morpheus clapped soporific hands.

The sun reached up to touch the dawn
orbs of dew satured the lawn
Spectrum arcs held trailing mist
The peaceful calm of morning’s kiss. 
Silent chambers backed by barren walls
the flameless hearths of empty halls
Awakened by the muted hum
steps echoed off like Celtic drums                                               
They left a wake of red and blue
gold flecked green, and pink accrue
Floral spills of cornucopia
wiped away their paisley prints.

He raced across the bridge of night
propelled by dreams in astral flight
Pulled outward on a comet thrust
long tail ablaze with motes of dust
He touched down in a stellar sphere
Grew stronger when the skies were clear
Weaned on equinoctial astral surge
galactic lights that dim and merge 
No more arabesques, no Devon cream
no drowsy thoughts, no symphonies
He fondles hearts with cosmic charm
Monoceros, The Unicorn.  

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald

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  1. Date: 2/4/2015 7:34:00 PM
    I am in awe of this poem. the imagry, the fantasy, everything word so beautiful creating a magical whole. I have not read anything on poetry soup that even comes close the majesty of this work of art. If I live to a Hundred i know in my heart i could never produce anything as perfect. I have put it into my favourites and i am sure that within a week i will have read it a dozen times. love Shane xxx

    Cooper Avatar Shane Cooper
    Date: 2/5/2015 3:20:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    That bouncing and flying my sweet they call genius. And you have it in every atom of your body. Love Shane xxx
    Mac Donald Avatar Michelle Mac Donald
    Date: 2/5/2015 3:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks so much Shane, I am truly grateful. I think you are equally, though I believe most probably, more gifted!! You are able to tame and groom your thoughts, while mine are little savages bouncing and flying about. Keep well, best wishes to you and yours,Mikki :)
  1. Date: 9/21/2012 6:36:00 PM
    I simply adore this write Michelle,,,, you have a blessed weekend ;}

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 10:08:00 PM
    I am so glad you called it to my attention... and the circumstance of its composition, which was further enlightening. This is rich in imagery, scholarship, and literary reference. The opening lines are an appropriate clue to the solemnity of both the tone of the piece, and the occasion of its much better than the bathos most of us indulge on such occasions. -Dean

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 7:25:00 AM
    What can one say? This is so damn fine, so many great lines. I am in complete awe of your talent, Mikki. This one is worth a hundred of mine. Love, daver