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the Governor of Lake Land And the Duchess of Wales ( The Wedding of the Elves) rev.14

15 Mar

The Procession:

 “In order to get in you have to get out; in order to get out, you have to get in”,

chanted the chorus of fireflies swooping through a darkening sky

dressed as ceremonial monks, seeking each other by light.

 I am moss grown on the North side of this Oak,

 leaning with invitation, towards that sound and sight.

Released from the shadow into the glow of life

we both shall rise.

 So as this tree, so as will I.

The ceremony:

Introduced into yellow candle light, visible in the glow,

Embracing the heat, they skip through the orange of a burning wick.

Flickering light in rhythm with the flame, making shadows that mirror each other

In the magical reflection of make-believe and melting lollies.

 

The bride and groom burned the floor they danced on.

Softening the wax into a glistening pool of history;

Consuming each other into a golden ring.

 

Darkness fell in the clearing.

The bride and groom completely embraced,

Each struck a match

Having gone beyond chance and cinders,

In the glow of their “now-forever” dance.

The Celebration:

 

Early spring rain drifting, shifting,

Collecting before sunrise,

Melts winter on a window’s darkened pane.

Gray clouds, low to the ground,

Shrouds a New Hampshire’s wood stove smoke,

Exhaling its last chord in crackling sound.

 

Approaching southern winds

And warm fireside thoughts embrace the Governor of Lake Land

And the Duchess of Wales.

Cradling a magical elf in a blanket of down,

A waking new-born with smiling eyes

Is gently moved from arms to arms.

 

They relight the candle;

Invite the monks (the fireflies),

And the moss, earlier described.

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23 responses to “the Governor of Lake Land And the Duchess of Wales ( The Wedding of the Elves) rev.14

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    March 15, 2015 at 1:01 pm

    There is such magic in this.. love the inclusion of the moss growing on the north side of the tree-trunk.. bringing in the wood in such a concrete way makes the magic more real.

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  2. scotthastiepoet

    March 15, 2015 at 1:23 pm

    Hiya, including thread below – a magical and well balanced write.. Sparkled up my Sunday and made me think about different approaches also – so thanks for that, my friend – With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com

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  3. Sumana Roy

    March 15, 2015 at 1:47 pm

    this poem made my day…wonderful…

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  4. nan

    March 15, 2015 at 2:30 pm

    magical!

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  5. Sherry Marr

    March 15, 2015 at 4:28 pm

    I love the two stories going on, the person who is moss on the oak, who will rise……and the love story of the elves with their dewy newborn. Then back to the fireside , the gray clouds, and the poet. A lovely write.

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  6. Kenn

    March 15, 2015 at 4:47 pm

    I love all three of these stories because they hold some traditional fantasy writing in them. I loved the connection that you made with the elves and nature because elves are closely knit into nature in almost every lore I’ve read. This helped me imagine the magical world that you created, and it also applied the beginning and ending with synergy.

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  7. Donna@Living From Happiness

    March 15, 2015 at 6:33 pm

    This was definitely a magical journey with the wonderful images of candlelight and processions of fireflies…

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  8. dani

    March 15, 2015 at 7:30 pm

    oh, i agree ~ quite magical! wonderful!

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  9. gailatthefarm

    March 15, 2015 at 7:44 pm

    I was always told if I were lost to follow the moss growth.

    Thanks for coming by. We have ponds, streams and fields here where we fish/hunt and eat what we catch. Instead of lobsters we have crawdads. Take a lot of them to make one lobster.

    Have a wonderful evening.

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  10. Torie

    March 15, 2015 at 9:16 pm

    The imagery in this is so beautiful, ZQ. I love the flow and the romantic notes. Very lovely 🙂

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  11. 1sojournal

    March 15, 2015 at 10:39 pm

    A truly magical read. Put a smile on this old woman’s face. Thank you,

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/questions/

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  12. PT

    March 15, 2015 at 10:48 pm

    a truly magical spell words enjoyed reading the lines

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  13. kaykuala

    March 16, 2015 at 6:48 am

    The bride and groom burned the floor they danced on.
    Softening the wax into a glistening pool of history;
    Consuming each other into a golden ring.

    Beautiful take into the magical scenes of old. One gets brightened up with such insights Great write ZQ!

    Hank

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  14. humbird

    March 16, 2015 at 7:13 am

    I love the poetic heat of the story… We all need it 24/7 to warm our hearts and souls…Thank you!

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  15. kelvin s.m.

    March 16, 2015 at 7:43 am

    That’s quite an adventure in words you’ve provided here, sir. I like how you transported me there in such a magical way as I imagined every lines you weaved here. Thank you for the poem. Smiles.

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  16. Jae Rose

    March 16, 2015 at 9:37 am

    Make believe and melting lollies – that really grabbed my attention..

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  17. C.C.

    March 16, 2015 at 8:29 pm

    Such a tale of fantasy…and I love the idea of a “glistening pool of history”—so magical 🙂

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  18. Ankita Sethi

    March 17, 2015 at 2:06 am

    What a wonderful magical write! 🙂

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  19. Loco mente

    March 17, 2015 at 7:50 am

    I could envision the scene!

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  20. othermary

    March 17, 2015 at 8:34 am

    This is beautifully done. Myth-like and magic. I love the chorus of fireflies and the image of bride and groom in this stanza:

    The bride and groom burned the floor they danced on.
    Softening the wax into a glistening pool of history;
    Consuming each other into a golden ring.

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  21. Myrna

    March 17, 2015 at 11:55 am

    This is beautifully written. Your words are enchanting. I can see this illustrated as an adult/children’s book. I really enjoyed.

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  22. Poppy

    March 17, 2015 at 6:38 pm

    Truly the stuff of storybooks, each stanza, like the page, filled with whimsy and delight!

    Poppy

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  23. Jae Rose

    March 22, 2015 at 9:05 am

    I love the call and answer….wonderfully laid down…

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