Magic in the Mists

My effort at a tribute to one of my favorite legends revolving around Morgan Le Fay. The poem is the depiction of how I feel when I read stories of Avalon. I hope the mystical feeling comes through.

 

Blinking once, twice, thrice, keeping eyes clear and wide

so not to miss the legend of magic that resounds in the trees,

I gingerly trail aching feet over mossy banks of clover green

that's speckled with kisses of sunshine and hues,

of burnished copper rays that paint an array of velvety sheen.

As light of day begins fading away into dim pockets of shadowy haze

over fields not far down a slippery slope descending

into a valley obscured through a mist inspired daze.

I thought to myself, "I'll be lost when the sun has been chased away by night

but I've come to seek the lady of myths and delights."

These myths have grown thick on the countryside,

where romance tinged slopes sing of lovers trysts and heavy creamed sins

of Guinevere and Lancelot's passionate whims,

their love a kaleidoscope of feelings swirling through Camelot,

a song of sweet sorrow to Arthur's pride.

Coming across a wooden bridge creaking with age,

fingers splayed over rope and standing on damply rotting planks with

softened wood and artistically designed invasion of spongy forest moss,

I looked ahead and there shone the lake in the reflecting softness

of a waxing moon as I trembled against the ageless bridge's flank.

Swampy ground framed the gently rippling waters

and slender reeds stood tall as they swayed.

The lullaby of evening, an eeriness that whispered

through my silken streaked tresses and silver threaded skirts,

and hummed magic knowingly as it played.

Sensing beautifully inspired static, I swallow clumsily

and heart races, for I'm crossing into the heart of the realm of Avalon,

where women were the Goddess embodied in soul and song.

Quickly paced dozen steps bring my feet into

cool water inches deep that swirl graceful and strong.

And then I heard: sweet sigh and lilting voice of She.

Fluttering heart and warmth flowing through me as rich as honey,

for I knew I'd be blessed with discovery of what my heart believed.

Focusing eyes across the lake, there my lady wandered,

dressed in trailing cloak and heavy hood that wisdom and spells weaved.

Must I just be seeing things not there? I ponder distractedly.

Then in utter clarity, she raises her head and eyes shine emerald green

as she gazes with unworldly poise and grace.

Enchantress of pure mystic as she extends slender hands glowing

in moonlight and water nymphs rise from the lake,

giggling mischievously and in sensual embrace.

I'm flushed and my body responds to the scene of beauty

displayed before me as the lady sheds cloak and illuminates.

Pearlescent skin of satin, her nudity intoxicating and force of ecstasy,

she bathes effortlessly, her laughter tinkles alluringly,

and I'm trembling in delight and enraptured state.

Sublimely she stares my way and never utters a word,

smiles playing on her lips, full and rose tinged against pale loveliness.

Reaching into the waters she raises hands weighed down with a sword.

And I breathe rapidly as I understand exhibited before me is Excalibur.

Long blade cutting the air sharply and gleaming in strength and finesse.

Turning and leaving her beloved lake with diamond droplets dripping sleekly,

she cloaks herself and into the mist, with Excalibur in hand, and drifts away.

I'm under her spell, this night like no other has carried me past

the bleakness of dreams banished and waved away and magic lost days.

For I laid eyes in wonder upon the Lady of Avalon, Morgan Le Fay.

 

In the distance, over the hills, her promise lingers in the air and rides with the wind,

and I take pleasure and comfort in the words countless times read and fully believed,

"'I never left you; I never will leave you. While life lasts, and beyond, I am here."

Reviews

[Erinne S.]

I loved the mystic mystery behind this piece. It had a wonderful beauty to it and I am really glad I took the time to read it :)

~Erinne

[MandaBear]

the mystical feeling comes through I loved it. great job!!