Long Eiderdown Poems
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On
the
threshold
of twilight,
firefly lamps ignite,
Bewitched children covet the charming, floating gold orbs
abandoning play to chase tiny elfin creatures, capturing joy in glass jar globes.
Blooming phosphorescent glow spills magical light, charming effulgence for hanging wisteria pergola. Perfumed purple clusters scent
sunset duskiness. Fragrance, lamps, and a cozy sanctum form playtime perfection till little eyes grow sleep heavy, fairyland abandoned for soft eiderdown quilts. Firefly lanterns grow still and dull, their flawless light extinguished.
August 5, 2026
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So close to death in Winter's cold embrace
Within a frozen dream I lie below
A pristine eiderdown of fallen snow
Where ice has formed in patterns of white lace
That hold me now suspended in this place
Until again I hear the water flow
When dawn is broken by a Rooster's crow
As your warm breath is felt upon my face
When you dear Spring arrive on Angel's wings
And melt this spell that Winter has on me
Than I, your Mother Earth, will rise again
Revitalized by all the love you bring
To bloom in all the glory I can be
A sea of blossoms drenched in heaven's rain
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
My husband and I were newly wed and cash poor. It was Easter weekend and the weather unusually fine for the time of year. Both loving the outdoors, we decided to cycle, circumnavigating our county over three nights. We traversed hill and dale, intoxicated by the beauty of the landscape. But late on the Saturday evening, just as Joseph and Mary had found on Christmas eve, every lodging was booked out for the festival. Locals eventually directed us to the abode of two elderly sisters, long retired from running a boarding house. As darkness was falling, they took us in. So weary was I, the bed felt as soft as eiderdown. A blessed sleep descended immediately. Before retiring, the sisters mentioned they would both be up at dawn, as always on Easter Sunday, to watch the sun dance with joy to see Our Lord rise again.
rising with the sun
those wishing to see it dance
on easter morn
I haven't had a smile in a long time
Autumn took my heart and its chime
Serenade gone with its sublime
I see its golden leaves go forth in rhyme
Autumn took my heart and its chime
And stole my sunshine to come in the spring
I see its golden leaves go forth in rhyme
Leaving tree limbs bare as Robins Sing
And stole my sunshine to come in the spring
Good-bye, good-bye faintly smiling
Leaving tree limbs bare as Robins Sing
Scarlet eiderdown layering autumns ring
Good-bye, good-bye faintly smiling
Serenade gone with its sublime
Scarlet eiderdown layering autumns ring
I haven't had a smile in a long time
9/8/2022
"50 Words for Poe: Seagulls"
He was an Albatross
She taught him Seagulls
Another language
LAX was nothing on
Heathrow, decision made
She had decided to catch
a flight over to old Blighty instead
Haunt the Hell
out of some cross-dressing
poet who had taken a
break for a spell
he’d gone all troppo in his head
Yeah, she’d go ring his door bell
Earl Grey tea and
Spotted Dick puddin' with
some of his yummy custard
Raspberry Jam, clotted cream and
toast some fresh bread
play Scrabble
have a few laughs
in his warm bed
She had research to continue ...
Skipsea
Holderness
Columbus was the name of her dog
he was a real fright
she decided to bring him along
on the journey, the flea bag,
she’d keep him on a tight leash
he’d leave the stewardess in peace
and behave on the flight
Seagulls, another language
Good luck it is said
Albatross caught in mid flight
looking for home
looking for cover
under a nice eiderdown doona
he thought he was cool
alpha ahead of the others
“Woman”, he thought
“I’m cool, I’m way out of sight”
Columbus was the name of her dog
he was a real fright, Bull Arab X
She'd keep him on a tight leash
He’d behave on the flight
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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In the middle of the night
When everything is still
I awoke to hear a tapping noise
On the window sill
Tap, Tap, Tap
And tapping once again
I cowered under my eiderdown,
Hoping it was the sound of rain.
My imagination
Was running riot
Who expects visitors
In the middle of the night?
Can it be the Grim Reaper?
Checking up on me
Who could hear my heavy breathing?
And visited me to see
If it was time for the collection
Of another soul
Perhaps his nightly selection
Needed to reach a goal.
I was cold
Shivering and shaking
I wanted to be bold
But that was too big an undertaking,
Help me, please,
Where did that word come from,
Please don't tease
I'm not feeling fit and strong
I'm getting weaker
And this night goes on and on.
Praying that Grim Reaper
He has got tired of waiting and gone.
My heart has stopped pounding,
My breathing is steady
I feel warmer
And my eyes feel heavy.
Where am I?
I'm lying cosily in bed,
Oh, thank goodness
I must have dreamt that I was dead.
Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon
Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
In misty cloaks of tranquility
Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow
In courtly minuets
On adagio waves
Then lightly skim the face of the shore
With twilight fragments
Of fading mauve
As velvet vespers of soft chimes
Calm the ghostly wraiths of torrid afternoons
With dusky balms,
To slowly stumble into mantles of lavender’s eiderdown
Wrapped in shawls of gently rocking barcaroles
As doves and nightingales
Sing remnants of dawn and dusk
Into lyric seams of rounded swells
Capturing serenity in the cloth of fading light
Shedding calm shadows on untroubled waters.
Broken strands of opaline pearls,
dot emerald lawns as evening falls;
night lights aglow, fireflies bed down
lulled by whip-poor-wills' soothing calls.
Mother moon, her blue chair rocking,
unfolds blush blanket-clouds to wrap
wee stars in warm muffs of wonder
upon the Milky Way’s broad lap.
In nests of silky eiderdown
earth’s smallest creatures pause and sleep,
while the sun, robed in peach splendor,
pillows her head on angels’ feet.
The tranquil hush of purple evening
brushes a breeze, soothing and cool,
across the fevered brow of day,
weary of men who live as fools.
Copyright, July 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
My bonnie wee babe hush hush now your cries
For darkness has come and cool is the night
White stars of heaven shine bright in the skies
And moonbeams glow soft with pure golden light
A butterfly kiss on your sleepy eyes
To sooth from your face that tight little frown
Will wash away tears and calm melting sighs
So snuggle up close neath soft eiderdown.
Fat little sparrows are warm in their nest
And fluffy young ducks hide under soft wings
The kitten’s curled up on old Papa’s chest
And off in the wood a lone songbird sings
Asleep is the sun in the western seas
Tomorrow she’ll rise and shine through the trees
a poem for Christina-Taylor Green, who
was born on September 11, 2001 and who
died at age nine, shot to death ...
Child of 9-11, beloved,
I bring this lily, lay it down
here at your feet, and eiderdown,
and all soft things, for your gentle spirit.
I bring this psalm — I hope you hear it.
Much love I bring — I lay it down
here by your form, which is not you,
but what you left this shell-shocked world
to help us learn what we must do
to save another child like you.
Child of 9-11, I know
you are not here, but watch, afar
from distant stars, where angels rue
the evil things some mortals do.
I also watch; I also rue.
And so I make this pledge and vow:
though I may weep, I will not rest
nor will my pen fail heaven's test
till guns and wars and hate are banned
from every shore, from every land.
Child of 9-11, I grieve
your tender life, cut short ... bereaved,
what can I do, but pledge my life
to saving lives like yours? Belief
in your sweet worth has led me here ...
I give my all: my pen, this tear,
this lily and this eiderdown,
and all soft things my heart can bear;
I bring them to your final bier,
and leave them with my promise, here.