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Submitted by purplemoondoll on 24 July 2007 - 6:08pm.| Updated 25 July 2007 - 9:14am.
Within the Green, owl serenades the night.
Moon Travels soft shoe, silver bright
Always slow
Beneath the shade her spirit calls
With silent whispers to the night
All is calm
Soon dead to the wings of dawn
Broken and forgotten in the waking morn
Cock crows
Voiceless, none care to hear his cries
Owl hunts anew through empty skies
This is something I wrote a while backafter a visit to the woods to watch the dawn... I am an amateur but please feel free to comment on anything you like....
(4 votes)
A beautiful, lyrical voice
the line “Moon Travels soft shoe, silver bright” is magic! Overtones of GM Hopkins.
Look forward to more of your work.
cheers,
Jess
Nicely Done
You have a piece here that reveals major talent.
Thanx and regards,
Chuck
PS: I’m an amateur, too. If we don’t hang together, we’ll surely hang separately.
All right. Sometimes I try too hard to be funny. I know, I know. It must be my advanced age trying to tell me something.
Thank you
Thank you both for your comments! A real confidence boost!
I was trying to capture the atmosphere of the woods and how that changed dramatically as dawn broke and the magic was gone!
Barbsdad - heh heh please dont ever apologise for trying to be funny!! its what makes the world go round!! Thanks again Kaz x
wing of silvered silence
ah i remember the owl
from once long ago
i worked in the country
and at nights from my
bedroom would hear such
owls your poem is
magical and my heart
skipped a beat
thank you
Thank you!
I just returned from a lovely trip to find Enchantment and Within the Green have both been in the spotlight!! WOW cant tell you how chuffed I am - thank you! Kaz x
Kaz x
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The woods at dawn
This is really a beauty Doll! I love the woods and this is just so sweet and true.
Thanks,
Mark