Jean Renwick

Rookie (Australia)

Wizardry - Poem by Jean Renwick

Long grey hair like a river flowing
Gown thick and heavy, eyes glowing
One arm raised, lightning strikes
Storm clouds now a-growing

Power accrued over years
To become the greatest of his peers
Studying the realm of Nike*
Yet to feel the reverse of tears.

He is the fallen star
As all true wizards are
Trapped on Earth as Nature’s spike
His influence extends far.

The chant goes on low and soothing
A rhythm that incites constant moving
So enveloping the sound, a sacrifice
To him, the hearer needs to bring.

*Nike is the goddess of victory, and acts as a medium of achievement between men and gods in battle and other human endeavours.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2009

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