Avalon Memories
Dawn is just rising on misty moor
On heathers, veiled by a web of pearls
From the brown ground spurt out, dense and spiked,
Little bushes of gorse, with harsh thorns
All the night, wind never ceased to wheeze
It’ never gives up to bow with rage
Bouquets of genitsa, with dried seeds
Forcing branches and rows to give the way
At the bottom of a great oak draws a circle
White sharped pebbles slowly are revealed
Set down according the magic ritual
Ancestral protection against artifices
In the core of ring, lies down a pale shape
Wrapped on itself, in a mistletoe womb
Hair brightening up under first rose beams
Peaceful and closed eyes, Vivien is asleep
She silently travels, in far away worlds
Those have no sense for simple humans
She learns to the source the secrets of her Earth
Who offers gifts and powers of Mother
Time doesn’t exist where sails her soul
She spends endless days , opening to knowledge
Which many ones before have used with flame
Women of Avalon remain in her memory
A strange threnody comes to the sacred place
Approaching quietly, kneeling down to her
Merlin caresses the forehead moon carved,
And, in a sweet whisper, Vivien is waking up
Avalon Memories – Vivien Initiation – ENY
Very nicely put. I wish I slept that way stil.I ususally do battle with some crazy monster …then wake up.
Very well written, I enjoyed that 🙂
Thank you , Happy you like it♥
Amazingly written piece here … Hugs :groovy:
Thanks dear Bettie, happy you appreciate♥♥
Awesome write. Very enjoyable! God bless.
Very nicely done! more kudos to :love: you
Awwww Love this Inspiration as inner-peace within is reached..She learns to the source the secrets of her Earth
Who offers gifts and powers of Mother..Beautifully penned :love: :love:
Wonderfully discreptive!! I love the way you paint the scene in this piece :love: :love: :love: