A DREAM OF A POET

           

                                   i
    When in the Morphean realm oft' have I seen
    Sublime, fantastic visions of the night.
    Once as I slept within a forest green
    My eyes beheld a most adventurous sight.
    Pitch dark it was, but then flew flashing bright
    A fiery image of a wingèd steed
    Who proudly pranced, yet bounding could take flight,
    A stallion from all earthly fetters freed.
    And yet as I approached he took no heed.
    Not even as I dared to touch his side.
    I thought, "Now, fool, 'tis confidence you need."
    And as I climbed, he stooped to let me ride.
    Then up we flew!  I felt no trace of fear
    Not even as the distant moon grew near.

                                ii
    Each stroke of hoof, the rhythmic beat of wings
    Like chanting music without word or tune,
    Enthralled me so!  Still in my ears it rings
    To start my pulse to race, my brain to swoon.
    I thought, "No man could ever see at noon
    The starry visions forming 'fore my eyes.
    Dame Cynthia, the Goddess of the moon.
    Does She now steer this steed, these sights devise
    To lure me to Her side, in mortal 'guise
    With me to lie, breed dreams and never die?"
    But I awoke.  Yet ere light filled the skies
    I dreamt I had, my soul to purify,
    Drunk deep the sacred pool of Hippocrene
    And spied the world, both troubled and screne.

Reviews

[Zane Mathias]

Great Write Dude!!! love the rhythem! Keep up the Great work... B.P.

[R J Askew]

Yikes, I wish said 'wing'd steed' had been in The Grand National horse race on Saturday and I have bet the ranch on him! The poem bounds along with real excitement. The first verse is wonderful as it dawns that the mystical horse is there for the riding.

[Emily B]

Written in the style of the Old Masters. You walked perfectly in their footsteps. Not many can pull off that feat. You've done it in wonderful, absolutely amazing style.