~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 16) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Sweet Selene into dream descended,
Queen of gleam, her reign ended,
Apparelled in silver, a star suspended,
Herald of Dawn, Aurora ascended.
Entranced and gazing, contemplating,
Expectant, if not anticipating,
Waiting for first moment when,
Sunlight spilt on far horizon.
“Upon this hour, this perfect dawn,
When Venus declares new day born,
You will see, no longer doubt,
Open your eyes, look about!”
I was alone, stilled as stone,
Still bolstered by a boulder,
Twas hours since he made me wince,
His grip upon my shoulder.
That spectral form made manifest,
With zest left long ago,
Departed when a strong wind blew,
Returned to the energy flow.
“Wish,” he said, “I’ll be there,”
“Indeed,” he added, “I’m everywhere!”
“Tis what we Anemoi perpetually do,”
“God’s of Wind, breathe life into you.”
He had impressed, or firmly stressed –
Expressed applying pressure:
“Winter’s come, yet winter’s gone,
“From here-on life gets fresher.”
And so I’d sat in quiet retreat,
Cool damp sand beneath my feet,
Lulled by the lullaby of tidal beat,
As if in the dwam before deep sleep.
‘Tween dawning scenes and waking dreams –
Subliminal spaces undefined,
Within such places he’d opened seams:
Words waiting to be mined.
“Not yet adept, but versed I see –
Purveyor of words, rhyming poetry.
Believe or not, that is your choice, but
Lend your ear to my voice.”
‘Tis not by chance I’ve come to thee,
I’m hastened by Persephone,
Her season’s nigh, ’tis imminent,
For you that is a pivotal moment.”
“I’m Zephyrus Ferverous, the West Wind’s mine,
An agent of change for warm, light times.
Tis I whose breath, active, dynamic,
Blows your mind, lifts your lyric.”
“Perhaps dear friend, you’ve heard of me?”
I flutter feathers for Mercury.
If not for I, where would he be?
Breathless says I, pained by gravity!”
“It’s said I’m sombre, saturnine –
Stripping trees in Autumn time: but yet,
Mine’s the process encouraging decline,
Inspiring Nature to spring new vine.”
“Throughout great ages, old years of yore,
Hundreds I’ve known, Poet’s galore.
I’ve been their remedy easing strife,
A breath of fresh air penning new life.”
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 15) precedes this post. Part 17 to follow shortly ~