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The Poetry of M - 8. The Mist On The Stream
This is in response to AC Beanus's Poetry Promp 8 ~ Quatrains.
On a day of my choice I ventured out
Traveling along a stream white and pure
One whose soft banks my feet have known about
Seeking to find some palliative cure
For something I can neither name or know
My known path becomes something alien
The forest dark air is lit by a bow
Prismatic in color it shines without sun
Before mine emerald eyes hangs a strange mist
Floating free above the silent streaming
Two elementals dance nude in their tryst
One of air and one of water they sing
To life the bow of colors with love's light
Tiny they seem to my unpracticed eyes
One winged in blue the other winged in white
Sexless and seamless in their given guise
I sense only vagaries in their form
The clues of which only hint at human
Set to benefit my eyes to inform
And to ease any fear or objection
Upon my standing in their mist amid
They awaken to my living presence
Turn they do to my aspect most timid
I fear for my life before these ancients
Fear only waxes as I see them grow
To shapes both tall and with matchless beauty
I shrink away from the two fearing some blow
Thinking I have defiled their sanctity
My terror is unfounded as I whinged
Because with touches and gentle kisses
My golden element rose as I cringed
And my eyes met theirs with smiling faces
Weighted in strength my element anchors
My two dancing partners floating above
While spinning free in this dance of ours
I come to understand the truest love
Spinning faster our ecstasies fast climb
Shimmering together our colours change
Burning we three with hot shimmers sublime
A new light is born amid our exchange
Redder than roses and brighter than stars
He turns in our midst and fulfills our joy
He is a new part, the sum of all ours
An elemental child this our boy
Flaming his laughter seeks to burst each seam
His touch reaches out in a thrilling blaze
Consuming all in the mists on the stream
Our elements gone in a glorious haze
Of my own fate no mere mortal can know
Of what road I took on so strange a way
The villagers say only what is so
That I was lost by the stream to the Fae
Thank you AC for the Prompt.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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