Andalusia Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Andalusia

Rating: 4.5


Andalusia

Andalusia,
I have come to see you,
From far away,
Seeking a lady of regalia,
Beneath your radiant skies
Of azure blue.

I have heard her pining, royal sighs
From a moonlit ship docked westward
In the soft, Spanish cradle
Of a deep, tranquil bay.

Her hair is of a raven sable.
It is redolent, wavy, graced and long.
Her name is of a sacred song.
At night I hear her angelic voice sing.
Her soul is of Juliet's terraced wing,
More enchanting than that lover's fable.

She is the daughter of a generous lord,
A survivor of The Carolingian line
Who rules with a kind and kingly hand
His vassals who labor, reaping dreams from wine
In the scarlet dappled land,
In the sun among the vine.

John Lars Zwerenz

Saturday, May 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: adventure,love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A voyage to Andalusia, Spain, in search of a lady of whom I know. John Lars Zwerenz
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mr. M Jamal 16 May 2015

Spectacular and romantic poem. :)

5 0 Reply
Mr. M Jamal 16 May 2015

Spectacular poem. I wish I can see Andalusia as you have shown in your poetry :)

5 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A.
Close
Error Success