Through the mists of time
My boat sailed up an unknown channel
Limpid was the river water
Between the willowed banks
I rose my striped sails, caught the wind,
Though mists seemed to veil the valley
Loud happy mallards played so carefree
That I forsook all caution and worry…
Then, upon rounding a faithless bend …
Pulled by wild currents of impermanence,
I came suddenly upon an unknown vale …
‘Twas dark, boggy, filled with lifeless muck.
The scenery was gloomy and forsaken,
Stones poked perilously from the waters
Camouflaged in tendrils of bloody algae,
Cautioned, I pulled out my rowing oars.
I heard the sound of an eerie gramophone …
It’s melody a macabre and sad slow dirge …
Distracted by a sudden trumpet blast,
I collided against a phantom wall …
The wall was covered in ancient runes,
Magic symbols danced around dark fissures …
Firey ink seemed to have written there
A cryptic epic poem of many stanzas.
High above, upon the ancient wall,
I saw there was a golden cage …
Doll-like demons were playing cards
Deciding the fate of dueling men …
Though without a drop of pleasure
I descended then into the muddy torrent,
Pulling my barque I slipped into the current …
And hoped to find my way into homey waters.
The water was soon limpid
As I flowed closer to the sea
The tide was going out right then
And pulled me into a bay.
Droplets of moon-light fell silently
Into the calm early evening sea,
I raised my striped sails once again,
To catch the scented evening breeze.
Onwards I sail for the time I have,
Upon the byways of existence,
Through golden light and demon’s fire,
That are the textures and colors of life.
Inspired by We Wordle #17 Red Wolf Poemand added to Poet’s Corner
Epic! I loved the tale and the language. (Although “Of a dark mucky boggy sort” did take me out of the mood a bit…)
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Hmmm…let me look at the line…
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The words I had to use was muck and boggy… I’ve changed it to ‘Twas dark and boggy filled with lifeless muck.
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That’s perfect!
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Thanks Barb for the useful feedback! Glad you liked the poem.
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You don’t have to use all the words – if they don’t fit the poem, leave them out. Though in this case I prefer your original line!
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Lol…I know, but I was challenging myself. As it was, I still used muck and boggy…which actually are the original words in the wordle instead of: “Of a dark mucky boggy sort” … the new line seems more metrically balanced … the former, a bit too short perhaps.
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Quite an epic narrative poem. Dream-like quality. Welcome to Red Wolf Poems.
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Thanks Irene, happy tyou liked it…a great prompt!
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I especially like the seventh verse.
I could just imagine reading this poem in an old book with red covers and gold trim.
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Thanks … I do like fantasy, but don’t usually write it, not among my talents I think, but I’m glad it reminded you of one!
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Where you employed dolls and card…creepy and cool…this piece is very dream like…symbolic feeling. Well done!
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Thanks Hannah! It’s a metaphor of life…in a fairy tale form. Glad you enjoyed it.
Georgia
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Apt and enjoyed indeed! 🙂
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🙂
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aloha Georgia. i like the easy flow of reading this. it’s story-like nature and yet dream-like texture and then the surprise (to me) ending that equates all of that to life. an intriguing journey. fun. aloha.
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Thanks Rick…I enjoyed doing this wordle very much, in fact I’m enjoying doing all of the wordles I’ve come upon lately. Some have come up with interesting stories, like this one! Ciao dear friend!
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I’m loving this! Haven’t quite decided if I’ll give it a go or not yet… *smile* Especially after reading this!
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I think you should give it a whirl…you’re a great poet and loved your Mr. Snail!
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