We then fanned out into the forest, each of us picking a tree:
our brothers and sisters who, like us, love you, Goddess of Light.
Goddess of Shining Light, we see your radiance; let it be
that which awakens us from the fearsome horrors of the night.
You are arising and shining, Goddess of the Forest. See,
we are here, who adore you – you limpid flame, you flaring bright.
Each of us stands with a tree, side by side, sharing all we be.
It is a custom here, and so it seems to us good and right.
We sing with strong voices; our breath, helped by the trees, pouring free.
Joining together to love you, we become one in your sight.
This ancient ceremony
is yours: oh love, oh delight!
Written for the Meme prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads': using the 7th sentence on page 13 of a handy book as inspiration for a love poem.
The first line of this poem is the sentence, or as much of it as was on the page. The book (read as an ebook, so page numbers don't necessarily conform to the paperback edition) is Fairies of the Wild Wild Moon by Vyvyan Ogma Wyverne. It seemed fitting, given the source, to make this a love poem to the Goddess.
The first line of this poem is the sentence, or as much of it as was on the page. The book (read as an ebook, so page numbers don't necessarily conform to the paperback edition) is Fairies of the Wild Wild Moon by Vyvyan Ogma Wyverne. It seemed fitting, given the source, to make this a love poem to the Goddess.
It also seems to fit with Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Nature: Her Words
And it's an attempt at the chanso form recently aired at Poetic Asides.
