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Drop by drop, the sky weeps
its blue glory to the golden fields
old vows are made to this veil of rain
where the colours of my love lie down to sleep, again
argent and purple in velveteen dreams
entwining the rich silk of the evergreen heather
claimed by a crown of wild flowers
an intricate cradle of rainbow made for hearts
duelling gods their music leaves
a fragrant and enchanted spell released
golden apple seeds and oak leaves
to catch the pale glow of souls
the raw-silver of the moon brings
a web weaved of new springs
mosses stones and chanting pebbles
reveals in pure clarity - the Lady of the Water
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
its blue glory to the golden fields
old vows are made to this veil of rain
where the colours of my love lie down to sleep, again
argent and purple in velveteen dreams
entwining the rich silk of the evergreen heather
claimed by a crown of wild flowers
an intricate cradle of rainbow made for hearts
duelling gods their music leaves
a fragrant and enchanted spell released
golden apple seeds and oak leaves
to catch the pale glow of souls
the raw-silver of the moon brings
a web weaved of new springs
mosses stones and chanting pebbles
reveals in pure clarity - the Lady of the Water
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
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Cruel Mistress, Lady Fortune
The hours and days pass me by,
slowly like seasons, and too fast.
Every second an unlived moment dies,
memories, like daydreams, that do not last.
Though, I cannot avoid Lady Fortune's Wheel;
there is a violent rush or a quiet hush, breathless
as her weapon of choice spins to grant or to steal,
a thrall to Fate, and you, my Cruel Mistress.
Please, soften your heart, Lady, and spin again
else, I fear that I might lose my mind,
as I stand amongst chaos without motion,
catching time, most briefly, where I am most blind.
Spitefully striking the sparkle in my eye
is the time that falls hotly down my skin,
leaving scars I can se
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Lady Raven
Lady Raven stands on the roof top ledge
Black gleaming eyes peering over the edge
Beautiful dusky feathers are tinged with red
And bones show through where she has bled
Her wings are broken and useless now
From stones and rocks thrown at her brow
Just some wicked child's ruthless game
Who taught such a thing should die of shame
Somehow she manages to still stand tall
Upon the edge of this man-made wall
Lady Raven then jumps into the air
And spreads her broken wings with flair
She plummets down towards the earth
Slightly gliding on the wind's wide berth
Broken body meets soil in a cry of pain
Then there is nothing to feel again
Although Lady R
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She is Woman
When Man hears distant rumble,
As mountain heaves and thrusts.
His stark eyes make him humble,
And his pallor turns to crust.
But Woman stands defiant,
As vibrations pass her by.
She absorbs this earthly anger,
And the challenge from black sky.
When diverse crisis comes to visit,
It finds the Man most weak.
He will give forth postulations,
To hide his inner meek.
Woman bears the sting of childbirth,
And absorbs each punishing blow.
She will not pause or falter,
Nor betray her inner glow.
Man wears his pride like feathers,
As a cockerel struts the roost.
His self-praise seeking glory,
For his ego he must boost.
Man stamps
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Such water would I sail in quest of encounter with this veil of rain. This place described in the poem exists, it is a cerebral Eden for visionary hearts. This poem a favorite among favorites.