Lady Of Avalon

Channelling The Mission, this afternoon.

My soul lays

Before you

Seeking your gift

Of healing

Denied to me

On other planes.

In your hands

Does wisdom flow

Long forgotten

By mortal men

And women.

Of a time

When the Gods

And Goddesses

Walked upon the land

With us.

As your dark hair

Sweeps over

My broken body

Covering it

In your warmth.

Like a light

Shining the brightest

On the darkest night

For me.

In keeping

The one weapon

That They have forged

Our salvation shall be

Safe.

Until the day

I can return.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

I will pierce through some images to get where I want to get. Pierce through beyond the allusion to Marion Zimmer Bradley's book. Also pierce through the enticing romanticism that some of the lines allude to. The journey described here for me is that one which after a lot of "Soul - searching" we come to the conclusion that there is nothing else and the honesty and sincerity of the finds are laid out in front. But the sense of belonging not arriving. But in unity striving! Until the day then when the clarity of purpose disclosed and a new direction propposes.

Thank You!

[therisa]

Rene, this may seem strange, but your reviews are, so unique, in challenging me, to think outside of the box, in the way, I have to response back, to you, which is, a positive. That being said, when I wrote this poem, I wasn't even thinking about Ms Bradley's Arthurian legend series, rather, The Mission's song, "Deliverance", which is one of my favourite songs, from them. Yeah, I know, once, a Goth girl, always, a Goth girl. And yes, I do have a wide romantic streak, to me. Arthur, like Robin Hood, are legends about better times are coming, just wait and be patient.

[Rene Salinas]

Thank You for sharing Therisa, Apparently "good things happen to those who wait"....

[therisa]

Your welcome, Rene.

[wordman]

I think we all search for this deiti

[therisa]

Thank you, Wordman.

[wordman]

my pleasure

[Matching Socks]

Gosh, very powerful delivery Therisa!
Very moving.

[therisa]

Thank you, Ana. Sigh. Just once, could someone explain to me, why my poetry moves them? I don't understand, why.

[Matching Socks]

It's descriptive. You've given details, which create the scene.

[therisa]

Thank you, Ana. Don't mean to come across, as an idiot, but there are times, I just don't understand.

[willweb]

This was beautiful Therisa. There is much emotion and desire in this piece. You have written a wonderful poem.

[therisa]

Thank you, Will. Would you believe me, if I said, I can't what you written, about this poem? Like, I'm "wordblind", only going on, what feels right to me.

[willweb]

I will believe anything you tell me Therisa.

[therisa]

It drives me, nuts, see the strong reactions of other people, to my poems, and yet, am left emotionless, by my own poems.

[willweb]

Well, you never know how what you write will affect someone.

[therisa]

I have seen people break out in tears, Will, and I don't understand, why. It drives me, nuts, trying to understand their reaction.

[willweb]

Everyone is different Therisa, things will touch them differently...I don't have the answer except you are a very good poet and you touch people without even trying. :)

[therisa]

Thank you, Will, for your very generous words, but I'm still learning to write poetry. Until March 30, 2007, I hadn't written any poetry, since June 1990, when I finished high school.

[willweb]

You are doing a fine job as far as I am concerned. All of us learn everyday...it never stops.

[therisa]

I know. Am surprise, whenever someone reviews one of my poems, without a RR being sent. Given many of my poems are, very personal and political, in nature.

[Tiana]

You write with such emotions that touches the heart and soul ... Beautifully penned, Therisa ...

[therisa]

Thank you, Island Woman. Arthurian legend has always been one of these stories that has intrigued me.

[Tiana]

Great and it shows, dear heart ... You are so welcome :))