In time’s shadow, I recall the languid summer–
light whispered of love, and if the wind called come,
the moon goddess hummed, why go?
Swim, she said, in these blue waters,
feel the blood-beat beneath your skin,
here far from the ship-crushing waves.
Wait—watch, savor
the sweet unknown.
But Death drooled, raining destruction, and
men with their blood-chants beckoned from afar.
Now in the bitter after of broken dreams, I sigh,
while the fiddler plays yet another tune–
still, the stars sing,
and dawn’s maidens toss gilded rose petals
as I wake,
remembering love’s aches, feeling my skin sun-warmed,
and tasting morning’s honeyed beauty on my tongue.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. It’s only fitting that a poem from her would have a mythic feel.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Lovely poem Merril – that last line is exquisite!
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 😀
My thought exactly!
Thank you!
You’re welcome!
Superb Merril thank you … your Oracle never fails or falters ..
Thank you so much, Susan! 💙
We do have so many of the same images, and the ending, bittersweet but still full of hope.
Yes, exactly. 😀
If, silver tongued she had called,
I would have heeded that honeyerd call gladly.
Massive Hugs
Aww–thank you so much, David! 💙
Lovely, Merril. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you for reading, Jill!
I like the content the most. Overall great job dear.
Thank you.
Beautiful piece of poetry
Thank you.
Merril, this is absolutely stunning!! Your imagery and word choic is so spot on. Wow! ❤
Aww–thank you so much, Colleen! 💙
Absolutely! That’s what this is all about… learning from each other. ❤
Beautiful imagery in this splendidly poignant poem
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I love how sensual the first stanza is. Then the men with their blood-chants ruined it!! I suppose the memory of love will have to be enough . . .
You write great comments, Liz! It made me laugh. Sorry for ruining the sensuality. 😀
Thanks! It was a total gut reaction. 🙂
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