Maiden Poems

The Haunting of the Moon

She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when night is warmest
In the time of the southern winds
That bring the moaning cries
Of maidens who meet sad ends

Her long dark tresses flowing
Along a figure fair and sweet
In creamy lace of night dresses
She haunts there

Maiden in Contemplation

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden sits, in white array,
Upon the steps of ancient stone,
A temple's grandeur, all her own.

Her dark tresses cascade, like night,
Down her back, a gentle, flowing light,
Adorned with jewels, shining bright,
A headband, earrings, and a necklace's delight.

Her arms, crossed over knees so fine,
A pose of contemplation, divine,
As if lost in

One Maiden had Ended the War

the maiden walked into the center of future city holding a shield
protected by ancestors, spirit guides and archangel Michael
the bullets ceased for the first time in twenty-six hours
the city was still
both armies were watching

she was a sorceress of some type
whose side was she on?
both generals waited, wanting to claim her
she held the shield up to

The Valley Remembers

The wind doesn’t howl here--
it warns.
Each breath drawn
is borrowed
from the bones beneath.

They told me to fear the shadow,
but never the silence that follows.
I walk where others knelt,
blade dulled,
spirit frayed,
still searching for the summit
that keeps shifting skyward.

I do not ask for light--
only the strength
to keep walking
where ghosts refuse to rest.

Tears Of A Clown

Masquerading neath bitter angst,
nobody loves this neurotic 
Sympathize—empathize with me
pleading, bleeding, but no one listens           
Though, pleasing is the clown 
with Infectious Grooves
with an unbridled force of his own inertia
with Suicidal Tendencies
Led headed, heavy metals
        P-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-G
‘Round goes a

Backstage with Iron Maiden

A Wilderness of Mirrors.  I am unfamiliar with Iron Maiden's music, even though I worked a handful of times at their concert. I was curious about their mascot guy...Eddie.  At one of their concerts, they had a bunch of Eddie dolls in boxes, and they left them there, and all the stagehands got

The Same Die Is Cast for One and All

The name of every soul
is written line by line,
without highlights or underlining
in the leaves of pages
of the book of souls.

The stone temples built
by kings that rise to the heavens,
fall as empires fade and crumble,
when the ledger must be made.

No human god can barter with the end,
no king can forever 
outrun the roll-call 
for their entry

Disarmament of a Shield-maiden

A clenching of our hands,  
A clinging of our bands.  
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,  
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.  

Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,  
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,  
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.  
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by

IRON MAIDEN

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IRON MAIDEN 

Iron maiden was she 
fathered from loins of 
Zeus flow free ~
surrounded by swords 
steely three, icicle aura 
bounded hounded 
innocence thorned 
crowned exiled
white mane this maiden 
iron clad sane became 

She ran in plain rain on 
grassy hill for all to see
glistening glaring flaring
Sekmet at her shoulder
a

The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn translation

"The Maiden's Song" or "The Bridal Morn" is an ancient Middle English poem about a young girl, a bride, on the morning after her wedding day.



The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn
anonymous Medieval lyric
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The maidens came to my mother’s bower.
I had all I would, that hour.

  The bailey beareth

ABOUT A LETTER POST-SCRIPT

Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see,
How touched I was on finding this letter to me,
Found by mistake, after so many years,
I collapsed into buckets of tears,
A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be.




POST-SCRIPT:
As the writing is faint 
in the scan above I have typed it out 
for ease of legibility. 

Abu

The song of the maiden

As long as the wind blows,
As long as the birds fly,
Mine own affection for you only expands.

Hero gave everything for Leander.
I’m not sure if sacrifice is what life’s about,
But if it is, I’d give all my blood and breath for you.
To me, you are the world.
You are life itself.
There’s nothing more than you.

No matter what

The Maiden Lay in the Wilds: Translation

These are modern English translations of ancient Middle English poems. 


The Maiden Lay in the Wilds
circa the 14th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The maiden in the moor lay,
in the moor lay;
seven nights full,
seven nights full,
the maiden in the moor lay,
in the moor lay,
seven nights full and a day.

Sweet was her meat.
But what was her

The Minstrel

The minstrel with his lute so bright,
Beneath the moon’s pale, silver light, 
Did weave a tale of love and woe, 
A melody that hearts would know.

With nimble fingers, strings he'd strike, 
Each note a pearl, each chord a hike, 
Through valleys deep and mountains high, 
Where heroes fought and lovers sighed.

A maiden fair, with eyes

O Maiden Fair

O maiden fair whose elegant space that  I, a little ant has found grace
It’s true that the breath of the devil resurrects Death
               But your beauty can raise both Death and the devil to light
     

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