~ Alanna (Part 6.)

~ Poetic story about some of my far away past, mixed up with mytology, and fantasy

 

~ Alanna (Part 6.)

 

 

 

-       Amsterdam 1665

 

 

 

She was a beautiful young woman

Growing up in her teenage years

Her hair was as dark blond as she got

From her father Julien, her dark

Eyes, came from her beautiful mom Nienna

As the time did go by, Alanna followed

A classical study in Amsterdam, and

Followed some ballet lessons in her evening hours

 

And her feeling for music has been always

Elusive, as when she touched her piano

On nightly shimmering, and needed to let rest

Her thoughts of the busy day she was in

Now and she heard a little stone ticking on

Her window, as Lolïnder tapped it, like he knocked

He looked up, where he admired his love

To the high mansion, the staircases roofs glistened

 

Her hair shined as angel hair in the moonlight

And her eyes did color every time different

As she hang over her window frame to salute

Her beautiful muse, even the landlady was not

Always amused by Alanna’s noise in the middle

Of the night, but she did not really care, as her

Love for Lolïnder was bigger than anything

And their love wasn’t just not something to end…

 

It was a rainy night though, and the streets

Of Amsterdam reflected a dark glimmer

Lolïnders long English coat danced within

His moves as he ran away, to meet her again

Another time when the time was right.

She closed her window, and played some other

Piano notes, as her love for him needed to rest in her core

Before she could turn her eyes, and fall asleep

 

A bright new day came, and Alanna woke up

By the noise of the many horse hooves resounded

On the cobble stones the street was rich, out of her

Window the noise came, and she opened her eyes,

She got out and went with her long white nightdress to her

Dresser sitting and combed her wavy golden curls

And sighed as she looked at herself in a moment

Of rest within the sunlight shining into her room

 

She missed her parents, as she never knew

If they were ok, and if they had find her note

She left back then on the salty rock,

She imagined her father, as he smiled at her,

And the love of her mother when she was on shore

She realized she was on her own, and had to be

Strong like a pearl, shining from her ancient sea

Woven into the modern world of now days…

 

 

~ To be continued

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you very much for reading Part 6.

Based on true facts, and my mixed fantasy.
(The Dunkirkers are one of my ancetors)

Thank you xx

Reviews

[TheSweet]

This is certainly a tale for the ages, fitting in for sad but realistic bed-time story. I love the real feel to such a mystical concept and how alone Alanna must feel is something I'm quite empathetic with. This story is made of win and in all honesty I think this works an an ending, so I warn you to be cautious should you choose to continue it further. :) Thanks for allowing me to read this, Eli.

Thank you so much Sweet, and for the advice, I shall continue to an ending, and carefully... there are some more ideas in my head...

[Sugar Plum ♥]

i loved all and specially the end of this part. So romantic, creates feeling of calmness and softness, one forgotten world in the past centuries...I really imagine somehow this story into ballet piece... wonderful and magical!
{nia}
31.03.13

You think the same as I did.... ballet is an important part of Alanna.... :) thank you lovely x

[Tree]

I enjoyed these installments tremedously, and you leave me wanting more. I guess I am a sucker for a good love story as well as a good tragedy. Especially if it involves the sea. I know I said this earlier but the dreamy quality of this played well with me, probably, because of my own dreams of the sea. Thank you for sharing this Elisa, I'm sure I'll be back for more.

Diego

Thank you so much for your honest support, I truly appreciate that. Some are to lazy to read, you're not, I must admire you. Thank you for being you, and your words. Elisa

[Tree]

It really was easy because I liked it. And I Felt how much you put into this.
I respect that.

Thank you tons.... dear Diego :) smiling.... really.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Fascinating continuation...thank you for this.

Thanks for all your input buddy

[Marie]

THis is lovely as it is...I hope Alanna and Lolindher always loved one another...

Thank you Marie for reading the sixth chapter I will continue

[Violet Dreams...]

Your words painted a beautiful image.

Thank you so much Violet Dreams for reading the last part of my seriers so far.... this is where the story ended for a rest pause now... but I will write more chapters soon :) Nice you came by!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is Beautiful!!...The introduction to Alanna and her love for Lolinder and music (piano), is a Classic, it has a whimsical feel to it that sweeps me away into the old world of romance. Gorgeous work Eli! I love this!!~xoxo

Thank you deeply big sis so glad that you love it. I will continue in the future... :) wishing you a lovely day, full of love! xoxo

[Pax]

Alana had come along way but still misses her parents. Its a great journey up ahead.
great!

Thank you sweet friend

[Pax]

your welcome always my dear friend.

Smile :)

[Tate Morgan]

The worlds you dream up and the one you live in as well are strangely familiar yet beautiful beyond anything i have known .Yours is a rose colored glass that sees what we cannot .Thank you and thew music was just perfect on this piece

Thank you so much my friend, for the effort, and time for reading my series, and part 6.
Much appreciated... I will be back on you! ;)