For Himself

A short poem I wrote for a friend a long time ago.

Long ago and far away, 
I walked the Elven lands.
By babbling brooks and forests green,
I spent my younger years.

But then one dark and dreary day
My dream was snatched away.
I was sent to hostile lands
Far from my faery home.

And since that day without respite
Have I tried to travel back.
Time and again I’ve tried and failed
Year by year my grief has grown.

Now again, the time has come
To try the Portal yet once more.
If yearning makes the Power grow,
I shall return this time.

My roots are in the Land of Sidhe,
There they shall remain,
Until the Portal opens wide
To take me back again.

Written for Lord Ebon, © October 12, 1990, Sue McCaskill

Reviews

[Mia]

Invokes a bit of sadness in me, wouldn’t want to spend my days reminiscing on the past with so much energy…if the best has come already…what’s to look forward to! Lovely write Sue!

[Susan McCaskill]

Thank you, and the feelings aren't mine; they were my friend's!

[Distantview123]

An engaging piece of poetic fantasy. The meter is smooth and the word selection shows a true writer's hand! ~ Robert.

[Susan McCaskill]

Thank you for your input, Robert. Much appreciated!

[fwvalidus]

I like this poem, its simple and demonstrates the longing that the pov character feels. Good little piece! I invite you to take a look at some of my writing as well :)

[Susan McCaskill]

Thank you for your kind review; I will certainly take a look at your work!