Casting light and haunting traces,
on their limpid eyes in shade,
Silhouetting solemn faces,
'neath tresses hung, in golden braids
A bier, decked with petalled fragrance,
grey passed the clouds on muted morn,
stilled the birdsong and the breezes,
her soul had left with passing dawn
Sylphen, ashen, snow white being
carried high in measured tread,
through the portals of the mystics,
following where the priestess led
Wonderfully airy and light of gossamer-gently calling our imagination into action with its beautiful series of images full of dignified sorrow like the shadows of clouds passing across a hill on a sunny day.
Absolutely beautiful Laurie, makes me see pine forests with blueberries covering the ground, softening the tread of this solemn procession. It's magical
Laurie! This is enchanting with a capital E! If drayds are divinities presiding over forests and trees, could this also speak about the state our natural world.... or could it be about a spirit who tried to live in the earthly world but could not cope with its realities...? this is going to my favorites...
Gosh, you've crafted this by dismantling rainbows and spraying dew drops, instilling it with all the solemnity as of earth holding her breath until this solemn procession had passed by..truly magical and enthralling. Saved for future days when I need something enchanting to remind me of life's mystery..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning images to bring a picturesque poem of haunting shades to the reader of a procession. Do you know, it is so descriptive I want to keep reading it over and over as it pulls me right in. Amazing work Laurie. 10 love Karin