Miraj Raha

On Sacred Ground - Poem by Miraj Raha

The tall Firs stand as cathedrals,
A plethora of colossus, eyeing their
crest for the heavens. Gaze ever
watchful, surveying their realm
as silent guardians.On this sacred
ground, life reveals an old phenomena,
that of discovery.Conspicuous to
the watchful eye, a woodpecker
tattoos the heart of an old Fir,
a feathered artist who works
simply out of passion.Not far
away, avian flocks return home
after the day's adventure, they
chirp in symphony with the
crickets, an eternal awakening
into the primordial night.As dusk,
settles in, the dreamy landscape
starts its nighttime adventures.
Nymphs and dryads sing in chorus
with the nightingale, their heavenly
voice echoes in the heart of the glade.
Primroses and Casablanca lilies spread
their perfume under the command of
the night breeze, and carefree fireflies
adorn the forest with their glistening
hue.In this hallowed land, names of
forgotten gods are chanted by ancient
cultists in temple ruins, weary traveler
takes shelter and the archaic moon
in mellow demeanor silently waits
for the stars to come out to tell
their stories.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Free Verse

Comments about On Sacred Ground by Miraj Raha

  • Mark Heathcote (9/16/2015 6:52:00 PM)

    Very nicely written, I enjoyed every word from start to finish, thanks for sharing it. (Report) Reply

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  • Pamela Sinicrope (9/16/2015 2:44:00 PM)

    Beautiful imagery. You've restored my faith in the beauty of the woodpecker... They're alwakingvpoking holes in my house! I especially like the first 4 lines of the poem. The tall firs stood as cathedrals...colossus... I would love to hear your thoughts on that. Your spiritual imagery is refreshing to me. Well done! (Report) Reply

  • Sanjukta Nag (9/14/2015 11:28:00 PM)

    What a beautiful portrayal of a night. awesome use of imagery... a very well knitted poem. loved it...10
    keep writing.
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    Miraj Raha (9/15/2015 12:06:00 PM)

    thanks a lot, Sanjukta.

  • Liza Sudina (9/13/2015 12:47:00 PM)

    happy you are to be so close to nature! and you delight describing it so attentively! (Report) Reply

    Miraj Raha (9/13/2015 1:01:00 PM)

    thanks Liza, yes I am obsessed with nature.

  • Della Perry (9/13/2015 10:59:00 AM)

    loved this poem, i felt like I was travelling into a new world. I imagined every part of it as I read each line. I loved the woodpecker tattooing the heart of the fir, loved it x (Report) Reply

    Miraj Raha (9/13/2015 11:15:00 AM)

    thanks a lot, Della.

  • Kelly Kurt (9/12/2015 5:32:00 PM)

    A lovely, well written poem, Miraj. Thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

    Miraj Raha (9/12/2015 6:27:00 PM)

    thanks a lot, Kelly.
    joined today, and still getting hold of the site.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2015

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