Soft Moonlight...

Soft Moonlight...

Soft moonlight drapes the mighty oaks in silver finery...

Droplets cast from heaven's brow

Christens soft the fruitful bough

And every silken web endows with purest filigree.

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Unto this twilight fantasy, a knight didst find his way...

Weariness claimed swift his strength,

Bidding him to rest at length

Upon this ever verdant bank where crystal waters play.

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Delicate as summer wind, voices rise in unison...

Night song drifting sweet and clear

Capturing the mortal ear,

Whispering, "Thou need not fear of evil in this garden".

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They move in true fluidity, no ripple do they make...

Effortless their movements seem

Languid, soft...as of a dream,

Impossibility agleam, sweet ladies of the lake.

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Their eyes reflect the deepest blue of this eternal stage...

Flawless skin and darkly tressed,

Water beading on white breasts,

An image evermore impressed upon enchantment's page.

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They weave a mist of winter breath, concealing his repose...

And from the shadows they shall press,

Darkness seeking to undress

The sanctity of God's success, and his good faith depose.

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Yet, evil shall not purchase find upon this questing knight...

For his heart is love fine spun,

Serving faithfully but one

Who shall remain his brilliant sun, despite absence of light.

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Upon this earthen bed he lay, bare skin soft grasses score...

His warmth, like sweetest pleasure blooms

As they breathe deep of his perfume,

Whilst every nuance they consume...and greedily seek more.

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Casting off the sleepy shroud that Morpheus doth favour...

Dreaminess and truth enmesh

Glistening and dewy fresh,

Angel's given fairest flesh to cause his voice to waver.

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In wonderment at water's edge, he reaches out to them...

Gazing as they gently glide

Through the lilies, to his side,

Absent of all worldly pride and lovely as a poem.

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With but a touch, all sweet sensation was made known to him...

Twinkling brightly as it poured,

Plucking soft a vibrant chord,

Flooding swift this mortal's blood for the beauteous seraphim.

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Their voices drift melodious unto his willing ear...

Forming doubt into belief,

Bending fear into relief,

Unguarded hearts waiting a thief to teach them love sincere.

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His body slips into cool water, led by questing hands...

But his thoughts are of his love,

As he fights to rise above

The pleasure he is servant of and his weakness demands.

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Their kisses hold the breath of life and by them he is fed...

As he spirals ever deep,

Bound in arms that wish to keep

The secret of his dreamless sleep, in this their watery bed.

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The silken silence cradles him, though he fights to be freed...

Letting loose a flood of tears,

Anguish that no mortal hears,

Muted suppression of his fears as they begin to seed.

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Within a lover's soulful cry, this knight didst fair exclaim...

Issued softly as a plea,

Growing with intensity,

Until the waters fairly bleed his sweet beloved's name.

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As sudden as he was enticed, so was his prompt release...

Arcing as a bird in flight,

Bursting through the surface light,

His gasping breath begging respite, of this his last caprice.

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Within these faerie-laden woods, his puzzled mind doth ache...

Everything that went amiss

From the time their eyes met his,

He shall not remember this...the ladies of the lake.

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From deep within their hidden realm, they watch him then depart...

Confident that there shall be

Other knight's as brave as he,

Swift to enchant and shall not flee, the secrets they impart.

Reviews

[Gee]

Haven't read anything like this on here before, probably won't again unless I re read
Extremely well written, enjoyed very much

[Ahnjolie McKenna]

Thank you for such kind words...I am so happy that you found it to be pleasing. :) Soft smiles for you...Ahnjolie

[emipoemi]

¡Anda! ¡Caramba! ¡Carajo! ¡Joder!
Holy freaking kwap!

Listen to me: I've resorted to expletives for I absolutely cannot get over how good this poem is! WHAAAAAT! It's amazing through and through! Outstanding! Well evocative and reminiscent of Poe's the Raven (in flow and rhyme scheme), and Keats's La Belle Dame Sans Merci (in themes and narrative). What a story! And impressively weaved! I - AM - IN - AWE!! The only thing I have to say is that "didst" is second person singular in Shakespearean lingo, so using it in third person doesn't make any sense at all. Just say "did". Also, some words throughout the poem awkwardly land on the wrong sylLAble, and it would be advisable to look to them and tweak them, for these kinds of things are what can bring down a the value and integrity of a poem. But this is otherwise phenomenal. Absolutely stupendous! Well freaking done!

[Ahnjolie McKenna]

Smiling...thank you for such an enthusiastic response to my most humble offering. And I appreciate your thoughtful criticism, it is well taken. Thank you again, most sincerely. :) Soft smiles for you...Ahnjolie

[emipoemi]

Thank you for sharing :) The pleasure is all mine to read.

[wordman]

you have painted some lovely imagery with your soft words

[Ahnjolie McKenna]

Thank you...most sincerely. I am happy that you find my words to be pleasing. :)
Ahnjolie

[wordman]

well i see you figured this one out,this was the hardest for me to,,and you`re welcome

[Will Neill]

I have always said Ahnjolie (lovely name) that words written well can sound like music to dance to-I like your style.
Will

[Ahnjolie McKenna]

Thank you, Will...I am honoured by your kind words. :) Ahnjolie

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

wow I love this style of writing its so beautiful xx

[Ahnjolie McKenna]

Thank you...you are incredibly kind. :) Ahnjolie

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

not kind words the words I spoke were so honest and in awe of your writing it left me speechless thanks for sharing it with us!