Thursday, December 4, 2014

Birthday




BIRTHDAY 


Under the moon of the fairy night
When the days are short 
And the stars are bright,
On a puff of air and a sea of red
They rend the veil
From the Land of Dead.
Before, behind, betwixt, between,
In the nether world,
They bloom unseen --
A ghost, a thought, a root, a stem,
A silent bud,
An unsung hymn.
Shake off the veil and beat the drums!
Let cymbals play, 
For angels come!

15 comments:

  1. Ah!! such an enchanting and musical piece!!

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  2. This poem has a great rhythm in the lines, building to an effective climax.

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  3. luv the beat throughout and the celebration of angels to end with

    much love...

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  4. I am sure I have heard these revels in the night.

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  5. I love your poem, lyrical and whimsical,,I want to sneak outside after dark to see if I can find them. :-)

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  6. Oh fabulous! I wish I had written it so I could use it for my Christmas poem :)

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  7. I love the b words here: Before, behind, betwixt, between
    and that ending like a clarion call for the angels ~

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  8. Beautiful, rhythmic. I would love to hear a reading of it. Thanks so much for writing for the challenge!

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  9. I like your rhyme and that jubilant close, Karen!

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  10. Excellent rhythm. I like this very much.

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  11. I like the message of the poem as much as the rhythm of it. I read a few times out loud because it's a fun piece. Well done.

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  12. One of the most enjoyable poems I have read in months!

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    1. Such a nice thing to say! Thank you!

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