Soren Valentine

Arielle's Awakening - Poem by Soren Valentine

Grey waters collide,

the advent of a goddess.

Her hair pours, golden, penetrating,

from the river of Hades' basin.

Wind caresses her,

letting loose her clay girdle

guiding her dress, brilliant, virisdescent,

upon her pure divan.

Long awaited, her voice weaves

together leaves upon

the silver willows come to life.

Grass hugs her as she paints

her heavenly canvas blue.

Laughing she dances,

drenched with starlit dew,

for only she knows where

she sent the clouds.

Birds are her harp,

wind her flute.

Her music she plays through

the haze of a warm afternoon,

Moss and lycan prepare her way,

coating her amaranthine heart,

ever young, ever holy,

restored by her moonlight lover,

to bring life to the decayed.

Comments about Arielle's Awakening by Soren Valentine

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kieran J96 (5/17/2013 2:22:00 PM)

    This is great, i love the images it evokes, as though the reader is there in the glade (that's what this makes me imagine) as and ethereal spirit dances :) Once again, amazing description. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,656 Points David Wood (4/18/2013 8:11:00 AM)

    A good poem with vivid imagry. A good write (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,298 Points Robinson (4/5/2013 8:23:00 AM)

    An image worth remembering. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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