Poems
Elemental
I drown to be reborn
Waves wash caressingly
over
under
around me
Surround me
Submerge to free me
Liberty!
I drown in your eyes
Eternally
You and I
Plunged into the flaming heart of the rose
As the aromatic incense Smoulders
Lingers around us cloyingly and dies
Soft lips, half-quenched sighs
We are consumed
by the passionate purity
of the fireless flame
The eye of the tiger
Whirling wildly around
Us
the wind riders
As we fiercely fly not float
Into the maelstrom
Soar above the aurora
Hand in hand
Exultant our silver'd wings
caress each other in a nimbus of light
Coalesce
and we unite
Earth my body
Its fertile fragrance embraces us
as silently we sleep side by side
Above, the translucent emerald canopy stirs
Whispers in the wind and a leaf drops
Spiralling
Spiralling
And I sleep in your eyes
Eyes the colour of the earth and
of the leaves green
Serene.
Ashtoreth
Battle
sing a song of sixpence
sing a song of glory
sing a song of bloodshed
a crimson blade's story
tell me how you plan to live
when the day is done
tell me how you plan to give
a mother back her son....
gladewolf
The Elven Harper
This story is told from the hill to the vale
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
How the plainest of plain can be beautiful still.
Oh, the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
The Duke's second daughter was ravishing fair
Bright blue were her eyes and bright gold was her hair.
The Duke's youngest daughter had eyes like the sky,
And her hair of soft midnight made courtiers sigh.
But the Duke's eldest daughter, a spinster named Jane,
Brown hair and brown eyes, was decidedly plain
And no one would know, or would care if were told,
But plain little Jane had a voice of pure gold.
And the Elven Harper would sit on his hill
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
And listen for hours to Jane's lovely trill.
Oh, the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
Not a suitor she had, not a soul sought her hand,
But she must wed first by the law of the land!
Her two cruel sisters, impatient to wed,
Would heap bitter scorn on their plain sister's head.
One cold night they followed her right to her room,
And said, "How we wish you were dead in your tomb!"
Now Jane fled in fear through the snow and the storm,
With only her nightgown to keep herself warm.
And as her last song wailed into the night
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
The Dear Harper Elf took heed of her plight.
The Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
He sent out a troop of his own Elven Guard
To search out the land, though the storm pressed them hard.
They brought her before him as frozen as stone,
But with kisses he warmed her and made her his own.
Now, Jane disappeared in that storm, it is said,
And both the Duke's daughters are certain she's dead
But if you should chance near a wild Elven hill,
You'll find that the Elf-folk are dancing there still.
And the music they dance to is sung and it's played
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
By the blind Harper Elf, and his dear mortal Maid.
Oh, the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
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author unknown
Shimmering colors
pass before my eyes,
first brown,
then bronze,
then green,
then blue,
then golden hue.
I reach my hand out,
striving to touch,
wanting to learn,
but the dragons pass on
and leave this harper behind.
Allison C. Goettee
THE SPELL
�1996
The old wizard begains to chant lifting his hands;
red mist erups from his fingers, drifting,swirling
around the other man's feet, slowly rising upwards
spreading outwards it darkens as it passes his knees.
The victim shuts his eyes to close out the darkness;
his heart begins to race and pound loudly in his ears.
The thumping expands his chest,tightening hurtfully,
elevating his fear; yet...he can still feel the mist
crawling on his skin so chill it ravishes his body.
A cold breath slithers across his face. The sense of
forgetfulness sends a shiver slowly down his spine,
sudden change takes his breath away, heat so intense
it almost suffocates, then ever so slowly it subsides.
Crying sounds brush past his ear, a woman crying ,a
kiss of tears on his face, a sense of shrinking to fit.
The sensathon of floating back and forth weightlessly.
Echoes from two directions drift past, harsh laughter,
the words of the wizard being pulled from his memory,
of life on his world, of his beloved, his homeland, Gone!
A mother's cry for joy as her two-year-old opens His eyes.
Janice Bryant
Copywrite 1996.By Janice Bryant May not be copied
in whole or part
with out written permission from author
ROOM OF WONDERMENT
�1997
The door swings silently, stirring purple hued puffs
of anxiety in the atmosphere of this intriguing room.
Slowly peeking around the door, his heart in his throat,
pulse racing deep in his ear, as awe fills his young eyes.
The crystal ball on the desk seems to glow lavender,
reflecting in the mirror held by the wizard with the book.
Twin beds filled with stuffed animals of all kinds, even a
Dwarf,a wizard, and merman mixed in with many dragons.
His eyes drawn first to her wand lying next to a tray filled
with all manner of things, beakers, bottles filled with assorted
liquids of some kind, powders, a small stone bowl, spoon
parchment paper and a quill pen rests against a leather pouch
Fairies dance around the tree house in the round sphere on
the wall. Unicorns on black velvet stare back at him.
Dragons everywhere, with wizards, elves, and pegasus too.
A large book rests on the table next to a victorian chair.
The pungent odor of burning sage lingers in the air, while
incense mingles, to stir his emotions, of her stories, leaving
purple memories of warmth, love and chocolate chip cookies.
He turns with a sigh and slowly leaves his grandmother's room.
Janice Bryant
Copyright 1997.By Janice Bryant May not be copied
in whole or part without
written permission from the Author.
Elemental
I drown to be reborn
Waves wash caressingly
over
under
around me
Surround me
Submerge to free me
Liberty!
I drown in your eyes
Eternally
You and I
Plunged into the flaming heart of the rose
As the aromatic incense Smoulders
Lingers around us cloyingly and dies
Soft lips, half-quenched sighs
We are consumed
by the passionate purity
of the fireless flame
The eye of the tiger
Whirling wildly around
Us
the wind riders
As we fiercely fly not float
Into the maelstrom
Soar above the aurora
Hand in hand
Exultant our silver'd wings
caress each other in a nimbus of light
Coalesce
and we unite
Earth my body
Its fertile fragrance embraces us
as silently we sleep side by side
Above, the translucent emerald canopy stirs
Whispers in the wind and a leaf drops
Spiralling
Spiralling
And I sleep in your eyes
Eyes the colour of the earth and
of the leaves green
Serene.
Ashtoreth
Battle
sing a song of sixpence
sing a song of glory
sing a song of bloodshed
a crimson blade's story
tell me how you plan to live
when the day is done
tell me how you plan to give
a mother back her son....
gladewolf
The Elven Harper
This story is told from the hill to the vale
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
How the plainest of plain can be beautiful still.
Oh, the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
The Duke's second daughter was ravishing fair
Bright blue were her eyes and bright gold was her hair.
The Duke's youngest daughter had eyes like the sky,
And her hair of soft midnight made courtiers sigh.
But the Duke's eldest daughter, a spinster named Jane,
Brown hair and brown eyes, was decidedly plain
And no one would know, or would care if were told,
But plain little Jane had a voice of pure gold.
And the Elven Harper would sit on his hill
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
And listen for hours to Jane's lovely trill.
Oh, the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
Not a suitor she had, not a soul sought her hand,
But she must wed first by the law of the land!
Her two cruel sisters, impatient to wed,
Would heap bitter scorn on their plain sister's head.
One cold night they followed her right to her room,
And said, "How we wish you were dead in your tomb!"
Now Jane fled in fear through the snow and the storm,
With only her nightgown to keep herself warm.
And as her last song wailed into the night
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
The Dear Harper Elf took heed of her plight.
The Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
He sent out a troop of his own Elven Guard
To search out the land, though the storm pressed them hard.
They brought her before him as frozen as stone,
But with kisses he warmed her and made her his own.
Now, Jane disappeared in that storm, it is said,
And both the Duke's daughters are certain she's dead
But if you should chance near a wild Elven hill,
You'll find that the Elf-folk are dancing there still.
And the music they dance to is sung and it's played
Oh, have you heard the Elven Harper?
By the blind Harper Elf, and his dear mortal Maid.
Oh, the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
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author unknown
Shimmering colors
pass before my eyes,
first brown,
then bronze,
then green,
then blue,
then golden hue.
I reach my hand out, striving to touch,
wanting to learn,
but the dragons pass on
and leave this harper behind.
Allison C. Goettee
THE SPELL
�1996
The old wizard begains to chant lifting his hands;
red mist erups from his fingers, drifting,swirling
around the other man's feet, slowly rising upwards
spreading outwards it darkens as it passes his knees.
The victim shuts his eyes to close out the darkness;
his heart begins to race and pound loudly in his ears.
The thumping expands his chest,tightening hurtfully,
elevating his fear; yet...he can still feel the mist
crawling on his skin so chill it ravishes his body.
A cold breath slithers across his face. The sense of
forgetfulness sends a shiver slowly down his spine,
sudden change takes his breath away, heat so intense
Crying sounds brush past his ear, a woman crying ,a
kiss of tears on his face, a sense of shrinking to fit.
The sensathon of floating back and forth weightlessly.
Echoes from two directions drift past, harsh laughter,
the words of the wizard being pulled from his memory,
of life on his world, of his beloved, his homeland, Gone!
A mother's cry for joy as her two-year-old opens His eyes.
Janice Bryant
Copywrite 1996.By Janice Bryant May not be copied
in whole or part
with out written permission from author
ROOM OF WONDERMENT
�1997
The door swings silently, stirring purple hued puffs
of anxiety in the atmosphere of this intriguing room.
Slowly peeking around the door, his heart in his throat,
pulse racing deep in his ear, as awe fills his young eyes.
The crystal ball on the desk seems to glow lavender,
reflecting in the mirror held by the wizard with the book.
Twin beds filled with stuffed animals of all kinds, even a
Dwarf,a wizard, and merman mixed in with many dragons.
His eyes drawn first to her wand lying next to a tray filled
with all manner of things, beakers, bottles filled with assorted
liquids of some kind, powders, a small stone bowl, spoon
parchment paper and a quill pen rests against a leather pouch
Fairies dance around the tree house in the round sphere on
the wall. Unicorns on black velvet stare back at him.
Dragons everywhere, with wizards, elves, and pegasus too.
A large book rests on the table next to a victorian chair.
The pungent odor of burning sage lingers in the air, while
incense mingles, to stir his emotions, of her stories, leaving
purple memories of warmth, love and chocolate chip cookies.
He turns with a sigh and slowly leaves his grandmother's room.
Janice Bryant
Copyright 1997.By Janice Bryant May not be copied
in whole or part without
written permission from the Author.