Wassail is our prompt, thanks to Gyanban, who shares with us this wonderful poem:
A winged horse stunning white,
Watchful eyes glare under the shadowing hood
The dark feather blends in the night.
Flying hands and braclet wood,
The magic conjured is never unerstood.
And as fortunes are told
Love is not weighed in gold
Hope inside a rock gilded,
Her eyes witness spiraling stories,
Wind carries the nomad memories.
Moonlit woods and a crimson fire,
Rocking lanterns and a serendiptous lair,
The dancing flames and a mystical glare
Reality suspended and dreams revel
A wasaail candle and the lurking devil.
Gyanban Thoughts - One of the meanings of Wassail is liquor for drinking and wis
hing health to others on festi ve occasions, especially spice d ale,as on Christmas Eve and Twelfth-night.I took this prompt and tried using it in a different mystical setting leaving reality behind.A secret lair lying hidden in some corner and a magical world lives there. There is an element of love and fortune introduced in the second part, this is narrated by the gypsy woman.Finally the poem ends with a surreal devil lurking in a corner, waiting, perhaps attracting the moth to the candle.
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Thank you for sharing my prompt with the group.!ReplyDelete
A difficult prompt..but then I hope I have been able to weave it well with another cahllenge.. I have taken a different meaning..ReplyDelete
love the poem! I went with the star of the show--so to speak--the oldest apple tree in the orchardReplyDelete
such an interesting prompt ... thank you!ReplyDelete