Another poem inspired by a painting by Stephanie Law, in her Faeries series.
You can see the painting here: https://www.shadowscapes.com/image.php?lineid=0&bid=155
In the lush green forest, the Elf Queen walks
On the eve of Earth's Spring Equinox
She pauses to feel, with eyes held closed
A song waiting to be composed
Tall trees holding up the dome'd sky
Without complaint, without a sigh
As pillars rising to Heaven from Earth
Far exceeding rare gems, their true worth
Dry and rough the tree-bark feels
Yet a living entity, it soothes and heals
She feels the throb, she feels the hum
Rhythm enthroned in the tall tree trunk
From above, light streams as a river down
Harmony in Nature, without a sound
The tree's rhythm is the earth's, the sky's
Complementing our melody, our lows, our highs
A kaleidoscope of butterflies, cerulean hue'd
With Elven magick strong-imbued
Cluster around her flowing gown
Her slender form, her hovering crown
Around her they dance and flit and flutter
For her attention, they cling and wildly clamour
In azure hues of Sea and Sky,
They sing of Change, a song of Life
Morphing, transforming – the only constant
What is it that is truly important?
From one stage to the next, as we morph and change
Something happens, wonderfully strange
Our range increases, as if in magick interchange
Thoughts and talents, reset and rearranged
Dreaming spires of sylvan sanctuary or church
Wherever for ourselves we seek and search
Prayers heard or those left unsaid
Our innate talents, each our own best match.
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Inspired
PoetryOrigin of the word "Inspire" - Middle English "enspire", from Old French "inspirer", from Latin "inspirare" - 'breathe or blow into' ('in' = 'into' + 'spirare' = 'breathe'). The word was originally used of a divine or supernatural being, in the se...
