Awen

Awen

A Poem by Alistair (Ali)

Cold stoles the coast in geisha voiles
of pawned Atlantic mourning, where

The plangent skirl of larids 

carry through the vast exquisite
plains of February emptiness.

Aloft on coronal ruin, she flew
in free form falling, between the spheres
she grew in brightness, and at her stroke,
the moping shale, appeared , as if transformed.

She blessed the face of stained glass saints
hung loud on hallowed walls. From a
palisade of glinting brinks, she 
hauled deserted chapels into 
parishes of lambent wake
their majesties , reborn.

© 2018 Alistair (Ali)


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You, my friend live in a world Your own, and carry us into and through it with Your words. Your words exquisite, artistic, majestic and ethereal, totally felt as a real "Awen" "Muse", if I got Your meaning right, You've described a Goddess whom You feel with Your eyes, capture with Your senses while She whispers to You from high, through the Nature around You.

if You are living there, then now I can understand more when You say You know that You are fortunate than others, I would DIE there, then live to die again!

Thank You my intelligent friend, You've shared with us a magnificent glory!.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

5 Years Ago

You got "Awen" spot on there!- very well done!
Thank you kindly my friend,...I have to admit .. read more
Beautiful scenery and description. I see you are enjoying some travels.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

6 Years Ago

Thank you kindly, my friend- and am so sorry for the late reply- there is much going on this end.read more
Left me breathless...absolutely beautiful! You have woven such imagery within this my senses melted :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

6 Years Ago

Thank you kindly- That is Cardiff Bay, along with its wee Norwegian church- even on the grayest days.. read more
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

Wow!....................


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Added on February 16, 2018
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Alistair (Ali)
Alistair (Ali)

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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