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Tentative rose thorns graze my skin as I push through the plant-walled garden
They neither break skin nor draw those secret white lines across it
Lillies of the valley wonder where their valley has gone when they realise they are on
flat land
Their delicate white petals stare at the clouds which gather like ants to an amberule of honey
I can feel the rain on the air, it clothes me in a heavy gown of foreboding and expectation
The birds who once called across the garden to their avian lovers silently flutter home
In the tall birches and oaks and evergreens, in the bright aboreal verendace, their world
I walk through a stream which has trickled and will trickle for ages,
patiently it cuts away the tarnished granite bed, deeper and deeper,
Tiny frogs leap away in instinctive terror, my feet suddenly transformed into evil monsters,
and as I step out of the stream bed, I wonder where all the butterflies have gone when I
see a moth
With spanning black wings as dark as night, edged with gold as bright as the sun,
its antennae are feathery and magnificently plume the insect's noble head, a crown above
all crowns,
Its six legs are carried tightly under its richly-furred black body, little dagger-glows
sheathed,
I reach out a hand as tentative as the rose thorns, and the moth plays with me,
taunting me with its nocturnal majesty, with its iridescent wings, with its reflective eyes,
To my eternal satisfaction the lordly moth alights upon my fingers,
and I wince as its claws grip my tightly, it folds in its wings, its royal robes of office,
The golden filligree glitters and the soft pixie dust all moths carry falls unnoticed onto
my hand,
Body quivering, I see the unmistakable mark across its elegant wing-shape;
death's head, a human skull, remnant of a past life,
laughing at me in my folly,
the lordly insect takes flight, leaving my with the sliently roses, the apathetic lillies,
the meandering stream, to contemplate the incomprehensible
and I breathe in the dust of the moth,
forgetting butterflies had ever existed, for the death's head
rules the secret garden day and night
and now I understand these things,
which only the whispered languages of the garden could say.
When winter became a Spring day.....
The Spring Queen came ,with out delay
She approached through the Whispering Trees
Everything she touched, turned to green
Fresh shoots,budding leaves.....
Flowers to be seen
The Eastern Wind,
bringer of life and green
Followed the Spring Queen
The awakening...........
The greening..........
The Castle gates opened wide
The Spring Queen walked inside..............
The walled garden grown
Welcomed into Castle Heartstone
Her fingers touched the wall........
Instantly the flowers grew..........
In places not before seen
Such is the power of the Spring Queen
The air filled with the sound of birds............
Birdsong, too beautiful for words
For, there was life everywhere
The Spring days,so fair
The mood of the Castle lifted
The life,the colour
The Spring Queen, gifted
The bare trees filled out,
the welcoming shade
The walled garden transformed............
Colour spilling everywhere............
Spring is in the air
Such joy and happiness..........
Bursting through
The Whispering Trees
The East Wind breeze
The meadow flowers, so blue
Fresh flowers filled the Castle...........
Most of all in the Great Hall.........
Where the Heartstone lay,
on the north wall
The hum of bees,
buzzing on the breeze
Spring honey,so sweet...........
A real treat!
The Spring Queen.........
Giving birth...........
To a new and beautiful earth
The land lay green.....
The flowers, to be seen
These flowers,sublime
The emerging springtime............
All too soon the days grew hot.........
The days grew long.........
The days had new meaning............
Soon it would be Summer Queens' time
the intense greening
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A garden with walls high and deep
Brilliant daisies swaying in the sweet breeze
Cabbage, cauliflower and leeks thriving, flourishing
Down crunching gravel paths I dance
Everything in this garden is lush and profuse
Fig trees for the plucking
Gooseberry and red currant bushes, heavy with fruit
Harmonies of birds, drift all about and above
In my dream, I walk with beauty
Jasmine kisses my soul
Keep me in this glorious paradise
Lilac trees perfume the air
Morning glory set my heart at rest
Now, I listen to the ripple of a stream
On the surface, water lilies float lazily
Peach trees, old and gnarled like old men stand guard
Quince, with glossy, bushy leaves grow against a wall
Rows of pumpkins glow in the sun
Strawberry patches, sweet and tasty beckon me
Tangled purple grapes hang from branches
Under a trellis, a bench to pause
Vines of red roses trail and dangle sweetly
Wasps buzz and bees hover, butterflies rest
Xanadu exists beyond my closed eyes
Yams, potatoes ready to harvest are waiting
Zucchini, tomatoes, and carrots ripe for the picking
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August 18, 2014
Poetry/Abecedarian/A Walled Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 08-591-906-18
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 101 In A Row - 4
sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 09/2014
Fifth Place
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Written for the Standard contest Abecedarian
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 08/2014
First Place
I drink much less than most people think,
and I drink much more from the well of thoughts,
where time flows like a gentle brook,
whispering secrets of an unperceived world.
A solitary soul in a sea of beings,
I wander through the deserts of my own mind,
where illusions of understanding shimmer,
yet never fully retreat.
I am a bastion of sincerity,
in a landscape troubled by ephemeral jokes.
My truths, heavy and unmovable,
stand like ancient monoliths,
unmoved by the winds of common worries.
Indifference becomes my armor,
against the battering rams of trivial concerns.
The world spins in its collective dance,
but I remain, a solitary ghost,
outside the perimeter of their whirls.
I hear the symphony of storms,
the relentless hymns of the winds,
elements clashing in a primordial concert,
but they pass through me,
like light through an ethereal mist.
No species, no kin, no flock embraces me:
I am solitary in this vast society,
my heart, a walled garden, unseen,
untouched by the entangled vines
that root others in their realms.
In the twilight hours,
when shadows stretch and silence sings,
I walk the dim corridors of thought,
each step echoing in the halls of memory,
each breath a whisper of forgotten dreams.
Thus, in this quiet, melancholic journey,
I remain a solitary sentinel,
a keeper of unsung songs,
in a world full of unheeded voices.
I gazed upon the trees
The beautiful trees
A bramble rose in full bloom
Framed in a castle window,
a soft breeze
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
Soft light fell
On a day...
When only a Prince,
can take you away
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
Oh Juliana!
You cannot believe,
unless you feel
Deep in your heart
The soft kiss of love
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
You returned to a castle
Bathed in light
Faeries and butterflies
On a day,so bright
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
In a walled garden,
of bramble rose and foxglove
You cannot believe
Unless you feel
Deep in your heart
The soft embrace of love
Juliana
Faerie princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
Oh Juliana!
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
You captured everything,
under your spell
The Prince of the North
Carried the gem
Through Whispering Trees
To the castle
Passing through Knights and men
From his hand...
A Shadowfires' wondrous light
For love will always win
In the battle between day and night
Across the walled garden
Flowers began to glow...
The Prince of the North
Strode forth...
To the Great Hall
The Shadowfire...
Gave off beams of lilac and blue light
The love inside
Conquered the wraiths bitter night
The Great Hall door
Silently swung open
Faeries danced
The colour bright
The Heartstone,shone
the Dreamstone,gleamed
The battle, won
Under a Heartstone moon
The Aurora Borealis flickered
Faerie light shone
Golden bright
No light could compare
To a Shadowfire
A castle...
Bathed in beautiful light
The passing of the Ice King...
On a wraiths' bitter night
Lilac and blue
Filled your heart
Love too
These things cannot be taken
Only given
If you let your heart awaken
A Shadowfire...
That lies in your heart
The colour known only to you
Forever...
Will love you too
How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?
How can I be different?
How can I express my attraction?
When columns upon
Columns
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect
Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?
I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.
I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment
How can I express my need for your smile?
When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh
...
May I have this dance?
You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.
But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation
I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world
This can be ours.
But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon?
My syllables are in your hands.
My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.
But,
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.
Your move…
©Drake J. Eszes
Soft golden hair,
the wind, so fine
The sun does always shine,
on a Prince, so fine
Soft blow ,
through cupped hands
The warm wind,
spreads it's light
through the lands
The Prince of the South Wind............
The crown ,like the sun
Gold and bright,
lives in South land light
Warm and light so,
The Faeries did follow.........
Bathed the Prince,
in golden glow
He walked on through ,
the walled garden too
Passed the sundial,
to the Great Hall
To see the Tapestries........
To sit a while.............
The sun shone
on the Great Hall
Golden light did fall
on the Princes's hair
The wind ,so fair
The Faerie tapestry
especially welcoming
Tiny glowing lights found
On the Princes's crown
The Prince had great love inside
for, within the castle wall
What he loved most of all
The Flower Princess
Whom he wanted as his bride
For the wind,
warm and light
Flowers on a breeze
Such colour,so bright
The scent,
a delight
HIS FINGERTIPS
HIs fingertips brush over my shy cheek,
Softly plethoring an array of wordless sound
Into the unresisting ear.
We two no longer strangers meet
In a tactile encounter where
The way leads meandering
Through in pleasure
To an unashamed portrait of paradise.
"Come, taste and see that it is good",
Indeed the nectar of a thousand blooms
Will not be as thirst-quenching
As the hidden walled garden we inhabit
For ourselves alone - an abundance
Of colour and hue invading our senses.
We linger in the centre of things,
To draw our feet into the pools,
Dreaming of new dimensional space,
Where the supreme authority that reigns
In quiet power is what we know from moment
To sacred moment,
The knowledge we possess gives us
A gathered insight into the heart of
Love with no go-between or intermediary,
Love without ending or beginning,
Love that touches the hem of the eternal,
Becoming one with it,
Love that is love personified,
Complete in every way.
The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,
In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making the other blooms blush,
is a beauty gazing at me.
While standing enticingly,
with her soft upswept auburn hair,
is a beauty gazing at me.
She answers this lonely man’s prayer!
With soft upswept auburn hair;
in her long flowing gown of white,
she answers this lonely man’s prayer,
making the garden grow bright.
In her long flowing gown of white,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the garden grow bright -
the fairest of all the roses!
For the George Dunlop Leslie Poetry Contest of Isaiah Zerbst
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