Back to the plains

The world spread out far below my snow- washed terrains,

I heard a song in the air, beckoning me back to the plains,

The sun burnt down, in mocking eyes, the glory-seeker's vain wishes,

And, in misty eyes, the lone traveller sighed a sigh of wistulness.

The path downhill seldom frowned, the grey gave way to the green,

The gurgling streams, the sun-washed slopes smiled as in a distant dream,

Sometimes, a lonely traveller crept out of the darkness, bleak,

With weary limbs and dreamy eyes, he asked, "How farther to the peak?"

"Up there," I said - with a nod and a smile, we parted ways,

He , to his glory,  and me,  to my abandoned place.

Here, it smiles, in blissful solitude - my cottage by the sea;

The fire in the hearth smiles back, clapping its hands in childish glee,

Yet, there hangs about, in the morning air, a deep melancholy,

They linger on, in the forgotten ruins- the vestiges of an untold story.

They've left for the peak - all but the child who sits at the door,

Playing his flute, in varying tunes, over the lonely ocean's roar.

I  find , in his song, in his bright young eyes,

The urge to break free - to touch the burning skies, 

And, slowly, in a  trance, he steps  beyond  the cloud,

The flute drops from his frozen fingers-the song lies buried in the snowy ground.

I hear, high above, on the peaks, they've found a new world,

Where they spend their days in a golden cage - the wingless bird.

The ogress smiles, in silent glee, scorn on her visage,

As she ensnares the little ones in the snowy mirage.

The day smiles on, as she goes along - she sighs with the evening breeze,

If only she could pull the peaks down to the forsaken seas!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is somma the BEST descriptive lyrical writing I've read in awhile. It's very inspiring for a writer to read . . . makes me want to go do some of this myself. I love the way you use dynamic verbs & personification to bring this scene alive . . . also love your rhyme & rhythm in a relaxed style. Here in the USA, we have "plains" (the huge flat interior) and then we have "coastlines" (very different). Also, there's hardly a coastline here that would get snow (warmer by the coasts). That's why it was a geographical experience to read & consider the terrain you describe as being so different than what I would expect from your title! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Esther]

Actually, the narrator is on top of the mountains in the beginning.
Thanks a lot for the review!

[barleygirl]

Yes, quite a bit of your poem felt like it was in more rugged terrain than was suggested to me by the title, based on my experience of "plains" here! *smile*

[Renaissance]

A nice read,
With love,
Renaissance.

[Esther]

Thank you.

[Kate]

Beautiful words. Very well done!

[Esther]

Thanks a lot!

[Najam Us Saher]

Loved the flow and rhythm of your poem. You narrated a tale and the journey very creatively. You made me feel like I was along with you. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this wonderful poem.

[Esther]

Thanks a lot!

[Najam Us Saher]

You are welcome.

[Einstein Noodle]

i was captivated by the beginning ...so much is said and written about "going to the mountains" ..so i sojourned with your protagonist as she reached the peaks only to more clearly see the value of her home on the plains ...then the ocean is added ..I was thinking she's going to conquer those next ;) ... but if I read this correctly ... she is an evil ogress .... sheesh! full of the destruction of everything ;) well.... it is almost All Hallowed Eve isn't it?! enchanting fun and scary ...all at once
E.

[Esther]

Thank you!