Amid the Sylvan Shade
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Keith O. J. Hunt is a Classic-Romantic poet who generally prefers the older styles which he finds the greatest way to express his thoughts. He loves people, nature, spirituality and all things beautiful. Keith lives in Ottawa, Canada and has been writing poetry for 15 yrs.
Mmmmm! I love the scented journey you've taken me on....... not only fabulous scented air, but great visuals, too......... Keith, I could read this over and over again. And, you're right, I, too, prefer the old English, romantic style classics. I am wondering if you are published? Sheri
ReplyDeleteNice work, Keith. Mystic and enchanting. I like the theme and depth of the words. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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