The Golden Lord

This is the counter-part to my other poem, The Radiant Lady. That was the goddess, and this is the god.

The Radiant Lady flew up,

Passing to the twilight

Like the moon, her chariot.

Rose and amber flaring to the east

Signaled the rise of the sun.

 

Oak, sage, cedar, and palm

Fill the air with their fragrance

As the horizon bursts with gold.

From amidst the blazing light,

A man walked from the sky.

 

He was muscular and bronze

With sparkling emerald eyes

And golden, wild hair.

Lily white antlers raised,

He commanded the sun.

 

He wore a simple loincloth,

A hunter's bow slung back

Over his broad shoulders.

Arrows of every kind

Rested in his quiver.

 

Vivid orange wildflowers

Burst upward at his every step.

He bathes the world in sunbeams,

Golden warm rays piercing the sky

And filling the great dome with life.

 

A wild light gleamed in this eyes,

Showing only fractured glimpes

Of his passion, power, and wisdom.

He strode forward boldly

To hunt his quick-footed prey.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Ebb and Flow]

The imagery is amazing. I can picture everything so clearly. It's beautiful.

[Wildfleour]

Nothing to critique. I love it. Bravo! :)

[Dawn]

I love the way you really set up an image here...I love it!!
This is a great flow of words.....Keep up the good work!

[Dani California]

Wow! The imagery here is fabulous! I had a clear visual of the character and events...
Great flow too..

You have a true gift of pen my friend!
I'm going to have to go read its counterpart...

Excellent!

[Kayla]

WOW justin you give the most amazing details. You poems are so interesting