With Northern Winds

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With Northern Winds


By all who prise
over Mother Earth,
upon Boreas I indulge

Boreas - John William Waterhouse

as your echo
meets my
stride.

Journeyed from Northern
peaks,
all valleys and fields
greet you as
four full moons passed.

We are defenceless
to your
messages;
all gates remain
ajar
and the brick
has ceased to be.

Within the pathways
of your reign
we are forgotten -
but by laments
seek selfish
truths.

Beset by drear -
haunted by
Maenadan calls.

My fortune lies
in Theronian chains
beneath the
interstice
of a revered
charioteer
concealing deceit.

His bosom lyre strummed
"I adore mankind free of temptation"
yet did beneath

Love's Passing - Evelyn De Morgan

storm clouds.

My candle fades as
I dream of its
rise,
beside root Summer
trees of
opportunities
as they bloom, yet
my heart shall not.

The daffodil that
garlands my tresses
speaks now of extinction
not only its own;

I hear the wind
a - whisper
beneath my velvet veil
"your love
shall swim again
within
Elysian streams."



© Cecil Field