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!
Ah!! such an enchanting and musical piece!!
ReplyDeleteThis poem has a great rhythm in the lines, building to an effective climax.
ReplyDeleteluv the beat throughout and the celebration of angels to end with
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I am sure I have heard these revels in the night.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem, lyrical and whimsical,,I want to sneak outside after dark to see if I can find them. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh fabulous! I wish I had written it so I could use it for my Christmas poem :)
ReplyDeleteI love the b words here: Before, behind, betwixt, between
ReplyDeleteand that ending like a clarion call for the angels ~
Beautiful, rhythmic. I would love to hear a reading of it. Thanks so much for writing for the challenge!
ReplyDeleteI like your rhyme and that jubilant close, Karen!
ReplyDeleteExcellent rhythm. I like this very much.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteOne of the most enjoyable poems I have read in months!
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice thing to say! Thank you!
DeleteComing from you -- yay!!!
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