Guards in the House of Lords

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In a land that flows with milk and honey, 
the wind moans with foolish silly punny.
The mountains countless caves blaze with blithe light; 
trees of Ténéré quiver that tower in height.
The sound of trickling water, yield boasting
ground canvas color and peacocks strutting.
Dragons, Dragonflies, and dwarf Huffle-winks
old folklore, they could care less what one thinks.
Small, magical winged beings that breathe in
playfully flitter vanish in a blink.
Dragons roar with crackling fire of thunder 
huge and fierce in all their mystic wonder,
fluoresce scales an in brilliant livery; 
benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
Leap into the air, their leathery wings
stretching to catch the air above like kings.
Huffle-winks stand with shields and sharpen swords 
and cocky grins, guards in the House of Lords.
In a land that milk and honey cascades
and heavens shine and summer never fades.
Copyright ©  Eve Roper  5/21/2018

 

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

Another beautiful poem you have written Eve. Such a pleasure to read your writes, my friend....Peter