dream myth

dream myth

A Poem by john holt

and i ran out of the temple,
and as i ran, a voice came
to my ears, the voice of a woman,
and when i turned to see from
whence it came, my eyes were
set upon the image of a
white-glowing goddess in toga
and with hair as rolls of spun gold.
and she bid me wait, and gave me
a strange device to wear, not
quite a ring, but placed it upon my hand,
and it was of emerald sculpture,
and in its centre, extending from a flat
green jewel, was a short blade,
rather like a short sword
with a wide, swart blade,
seeming of roman or greek make,
and this relic did she give to me,
bidding me then to make great haste,
to leave the ruined temple,
to traverse the high passage
where awaited my destiny.

and so i left the temple,
and descended a short hill,
and stopped at a sharp cliff-edge
and looked down
and awoke

© 2008 john holt


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I like your attention to detail. This played out like something I'd seen once before. It's like this was taking right out of a story book.I enjoyed this. Thank you for writing.
♥Destiny♥

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and awoke...nice

Posted 16 Years Ago


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hmmm....I understand your path yet it still leaves the fact that the reader can interpret the signs for their own qualities and person...Nice, iteresting to me..I like

Posted 16 Years Ago


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john holt
john holt

college station, TX



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I studied English literature at the University of North Texas, and now I would like to publish shorts stories while I'm becoming a school teacher. Please give my work a look, and tell me what you thi.. more..

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A Poem by john holt