Yesterday, the Undines had a boring day;
their last, they insist.
The things happening to the world,
are terrifying, to say the least;
when water sprites
become bored
with their aquatic home.
It seems their present preference,
is all too different,
they’d rather fly than float.
Titania, queen of the water faeries,
was most despondent when their revelation,
descended upon her elemental ears.
“Such madness,” cried she,
“It’s the last straw when the Undines are,
too eager, to ride fireflies!”
Categories:
undines, fairy, fantasy, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
From across the rainforest I stare:
Women, with waterfalls for hair.
Categories:
undines, adventure, beauty, fantasy, paradise,
Form: Crystalline
Once whence the wind was roaring,
Atop the highest mount where the rain was pouring,
There stood in cloak a peculiar presence,
Of man whose nature is wood in essence.
Bellowing blows of gust blew from beneath his garb,
Where he held and waved a wand tipped with a briery barb.
I saw him when I clambered up the wicked climb,
To the top of the cliff where Rubezahl spends his time.
Seeing me see him he laughed and winked,
And was gone in a flash of the dark in a blink.
After he slipped from the grasp of my eyes,
He whispered from the ether: "You are the same as I."
That was my first of encounters with the fairy folk,
In which one spoke 'fore it snuck away in a smoke.
For I've seen undines and sidhes and salamanders too,
Emerge from the mist 'tween what light passes through.
Categories:
undines, adventure, fairy, magic, wind,
Form: Rhyme
DARKER SHADES.
Have you known some darker shades
Ever bitter vested in hand held grief
Like bolting of steed in fast uplands
Onslaught of undines in yelped streams.
Ancient roads kept in disturbed sleep
Under dripping afternoons of grey storm
There banishment of hope and despair
An adjustment in some vespered norm.
To make physical pain less lonely
A loneliness like sceptred face of time
A fresh start in some polluted airs
To purify festered strains of the mind.
Categories:
undines, philosophy, symbolism,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The tempest rages, tossing longboats high -
It’s better than a ‘straw death’ way to die.
But is the cause the writhing Midgard snake?
Are Aegir and his Maidens wide awake?
Is Aegir lurking, planning a surprise,
To clutch at us, with glee in his old eyes?
I scan for nixies, undines, and mermaids,
And hope we reach the land to savour raids.
Next, comes the singing of the Lorelei:
Ignore her voice if you don’t want to die!
As storms subside, just sea spray makes us wet.
Beware! Ran may be waiting with her net -
She’d hope to drag us down to her stronghold;
To buy our comfort there, we carry gold.
So on and on we sail ‘til we sight land,
As guided by the mighty Odin’s hand.
And there I’ll fight: a hero’s death for me.
Next stop Valhalla flown by Valkyr!
Categories:
undines, adventurehope,
Form: Rhyme