Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed to the uptilted flask. A buxom dryad, white against his tan, Attends him (sturdy spirit o' the trees) ; As free a woman she as he a man, But gracious-limbed enough to please. Sportive, she smoothes his unambrosial hair, And binds a ruddy vine about his brows; A filet fit for marry-makers, where the wild and tendrilled berry grows. But stay, dryad, what need hath Bacchus' head of leafy trimmings ? Twist a leaf or two and wreathe his hardy nudity instead~ Garland him largely, Dryad, do !
Categories:
dryad, culture, dream, drug, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Oak tree dryad plays a melodic tune on her flute
Dancing like a faerie, although she is a nymph
A bright blue sky welcomes her song with a smile
She feels appreciated and beloved, as usual
Categories:
dryad, fairy,
Form: Free verse
Blossoms line my laden descent
down to the perked watering hole
that plays empty theater,
awaiting my creative path,
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity,
of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth.
Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity,
Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views.
Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point
of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues.
Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas
of insanely intimate hues.
To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown
by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage,
Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage.
Nature is no stranger to being the muse,
Rebel with a cause,
cause maybe this time you stay
and snuggle awhile, sailor.
Categories:
dryad, art,
Form: Rhyme
A world arises as dryad clusters of interlaced oysteruos flair umbrellas fairies from sunburst orb piercing rays. Vast umbra fae churn soil into a sea of plush fungi filigree in midst fields blanketed with lush evergreen forestry. Highland's spore-bearing rush wild, elevating charm. The gloaming illumination, an alternate universe climaxes as Jinns grant wishes to intermesh the electric event, an
aesthetic landscape
strawberry capped stems with white
polka dot sprinkles!
pixie’s apple bright garden
toadstool suspects virulence
Categories:
dryad, fantasy, planet, world,
Form: Other
Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
Categories:
dryad, spring,
Form: Free verse
In souls myriad rested light
and on ballets tip toe fluttered the leaf
perchance the destiny of butterflies meet
to glide with dandelions seed
Catch the dryad hymn singing waterfalls
to all suns cascade beneath
shall mold the filigree of tincture skies
and kiss the devotions of the earth
Now lain deep upon barefoot greening grass
resonant hum completes the braid of stars
let so for wishful reverie
whispered lips to hold the rainbows breath
Ice glint undaunted ascend mountains peak
may echoes a souls replete
and so worthy granted plentiful gives
awe versed reverence at natures feet
Sanctities resplendent of seraphic wind
in blossom effulgent
in prayer the intent of gratitude
is but rhythmic to a heartbeat
Categories:
dryad, earth, identity,
Form: Free verse
The young trees weren't agog with winter snow
As the leaves chose to wither than grow,
Wafting gently its autumnal crocus to the frozen ground,
While the night birds carols in sonorous sound.
Yet it is garbed in prismatic glimmering ice
All over the street it dazzles the eyes
Of Dryad, then it heard a roar breaking the ambience
As if the wind was arguing with silence.
Then the sound lead to another, then another -
A cacophony deafened the air and shakened the order
A man with a chainsaw needs a Christmas tree
He sawed off the root and fissured it with glee
A young lad - a sentry was stationed by the way
He held his own star, lights and candies in a manner somewhat gay.
"Careful dad!" As the tree succumbed its teary droplets on dad
Before making a fall that made Dryad sad.
Categories:
dryad, celebration, christmas, tree,
Form: Rhyme
An oak tree, three hundred years he had stood.
Half-dryad, half-man, he has seen about everything,
Sadness and kindness, but never has he felt truly loved.
A tender vine lovingly nurtured under his darkened shade.
"Twine yourself around me, embrace me with your vine.
Perhaps a mystical chemistry will bond us for life", he said.
In this ancient woodland a magical thing happened that night.
For this vine became half-woman, and embraced him with love.
Her tendrils kept growing, twisting entirely around this old oak tree
Eventually her tangled vines sucked the life from his old soul.
So watch what you wish for, you never know what will be.
06/29/2013
For Constance La France's contest, " Tangled Vines"
Categories:
dryad, allegory,
Form: Free verse
My heart has sought your mystery
guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree,
other worldly mound and ley;
long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe.
Here, found I the ancient long bone,
the knurled hawthorn, the Druid’s home.
Sheltered, shrouded, and overgrown
within St. Cyril’s grave well come.
At last, at last my longings free,
and I can dwell a time with thee
A time, past time, with all the wee
Before the banshee calls to me.
Categories:
dryad, adventure
Form: Quatrain