Summer's Slumber

A tale of a wildfire.

O' Gallantly plumaged huntsmen -

Intone as ethereal nightingales of summer's slumber eve,

Lulling amiss the faintly remnants

Of the breath of midday frost,

Swigging precarious icicles

Nestled within Emporium's stairwell

Whilst sanctified fowls flutter

Upon wings of cerulean dragonflies -

Embosomed within the gangly lumber

Grained of charcoal legged animation.



Feast to thy stomach's utmost desire

Thy noble creatures of exotic islet!



Whimsies sulk amongst thee whilst

Canopy heights hearken unto thee:

Sleep!

Sleep!

Slay precautions innate instinct

Of foolish anxiety amiss Splendor's

Untouchable abode of fortification.



Potent demigods -

How grand is thy realm!

Terra firma is but thy borough

As saintly dawn births to force,

Ousting shadows from thy throne;

Shrouding musky permafrost

With blackberry winter's cloak.

For, the glacial epoch has thawed,

Liquefying the tributary of thy ancestors

(Can Thee-)

Descry it's gushing of thy realm's Anthem?



O' haunting Aria of mirthful verse

Permeate the antediluvian Black Ash

And baptize the Red Pine in thy psalms!

Woo the Chilean cicely

As it merges from raw hibernation -

Urging resurrection from season's constricting shell.

Delve upon the matricary grapes

Bathed in noonday's aura of honor.

Their wafting scents sink to the chambers

Of thy white laden bastion.



The Welkin beyond mortal contact

Is thy independent say -

Crystallized azure accepts thy body

As thee slice its billows into nebulas

Carve the celestial atmosphere

Into delicate statues of foreign alliance;

Tribute to thy reputable reign



Concord shalt retain this our fortress

As the autumn's of grandfather's eve

Thee assert upon podium's flora

Of Calypso Orchids oozing fragrance

Bestowed by Nature Herself

With royal countenance of nobility

Whilst the Lazuli Landing blushes golden

Upon thy faintly drowned diktat

Concord shalt retain this our fortress

As the autumn's of grandfather's eve.



Whilst thou elegant ruler's of heightened isle

Note the roused caribou's retreat

Through jagged slopes of liquid tint

And dainty meadows shrouded in hues

Of dusk's lavender and silky emerald,

Seaside indigo and crystal sapphire?

Compressed cherry blooms upon

Snagging jade twine

Compose the humble dwelling

Of thy serf larks; and modest sparrows

Sway upon the wind-whipped currents

Scattering fleeting prints of fright

From thy bulwark's expanse of vista



Listen!

Listen!

To thy faithful nightingale

Swoon to thee her prophecy

Of harvest moons long past

Painted in pasty tangerine as

Thy tapestry tales legend's of old

Of the awaited crimson orb

Yet to emerge in ablaze f*****s

And foreign vocal battle chants -

Tend to this her insight :

Nescience shall be the mêlée

Prevailed in the hands of thy foe!

Virginity cast within mortal blaze

As Abendigo of Nebuchadnezzar's

Perishing furnace of canary tinged

Lapping embers feasted upon

By the fiends of oral fables



Woe!

Moral ash feathered tribunals

Woe!

Serenity is delusion's die

Cast as riddles through black ages

(Whence)

Glory is paved into corrupted steel

That rusts as seedtime deluge

Frenetically imbues its moldered grime

Of rotting waste and scattered remnants

As dominion's Succubus

Pillage the sanctity of forefathers!

And defile the honor of thy maternity!



Scent the air around thee!

Hast blustery weather's course

So well rehearsed upon summer's slumber

Altered to deliver upon its currents

The odor of this thy enemy

Approaching thy godly halls without

Tarry of a fool's scope

To view the grand expanse of thy fortified kingdom?

Thy course of action, fated kings,

Is written upon the parchment maps

Of thy Asmodeus adversaries

Whose legions branch within ranks

Upon every compass direction of thy realm

What whilst thou command of thy disciples

Wise kings of old?



The hearth chants!

O' it rumbles within the bones

Quaking!

Grating!

The very arteries of thy watch!

Thy foe's weapon calls unto thee:

Hunger must be quenched!

Timber must be broken!

Splintered!

Devoured!

Flecked -

With scarlet babes in motherly wombs!

Sacrificed to I

Baal

Commander of Sheol's army!

What whilst thou decide astute lords?



Prudence is futile against ire

Heed thee not long-ears fair caveat

Of thy prepared path of bleak usurpation

Dear feathers of aristocracy -

Honor thy lineage as a vicar's oath;

For salvation consecrates valiance

(Dare not rouse )

Thee petulant lords of dusky eve

Yielded of Kindred Nature

Greet the flames as foolish grubs

Clambering upon charted soil

Nap away oil fueled manacles of Winged proportions

Cherish the flames as a winter's hearth

Cooing the rifts of blackened snakes

(Coiling)

(Constricting)

(Soiling)

Chords of purest vocals

Away!

Far from thy consecrated birthplace.



Sing!

Sing!

Cast thy mercenaries to the east!

And thy combatants to the north!

Exert thy mystical protrusions to faintness

Honorable potentates -

An ultimatum perches upon thy roundtable!



Dost thou succumb to the flimsy whims

Of such vile antagonists

(Who)

Wait with wolfish lust to rape

Thy maiden land?

To steal thy daughters upon

Full moon's summer eve

Of lightning bugs and Bluebells

Candling the path of passionate

Myths of erstwhile yesterdays -

Devouring from thy birthright

Victories of coming dawn?

Or dost thou submit to Fate

And cloak thyself in knightly garb

Of Baby's Breath and Bleeding Hearts

Woven by the marigold breasted weaver

With stitches of ivy vines and thread

Of sacred untouched silk from thy supper?



Until the dawn's trumpets blare

Against this foe thee must repel

To sustain the halls foraged long ago

That thee may ensure Nature's blessing

Thrives come phases of crescents and wholes!



Sleep!

Sleep!



As those whirling ember snakes surround thee

(Within a pit of vipers – hissing – gnashing – thrusting lust –

For thy timber wonderlands of frailty amiss virtue)



Sleep . . .

Sleep . . .



Within thorny nests of lilacs and roses (a haven)

As thy lungs pound their protesting shrieks – it aches -

Calling – hooting – for the fresh salt of air!



 . . . Sleep

 . . . Sleep


As all crisps about thee and animalistic voices

(so foreign in tongue)

Bellow in gorilla howls . . . urging the embers to flare higher!



. . . Sleep . . .



For thy homeland's walls have been scaled . . .

and

it

is

burning

Reviews

[fireblossom]

This is magnificent in scope and vision. Actually it is timeless, classic poetry*.
Touching on ethereal and eternal and natural. Well done.

*"Sleep . . .

Within thorny nests of lilacs and roses (a haven)

As thy lungs pound their protesting shrieks � it aches -

Calling � hooting � for the fresh salt of air!

. . . Sleep

. . . Sleep

As all crisps about thee and animalistic voices"

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Wonderful staging and timing. I want to see this produced for stage.