Poems and creativity inspired by the spirits of natural world
Harvest Hymn
Fall the leaves in the breeze.
Sings the wind through the trees.
Flows the brook o'er the stones.
Flies the horse black and roan.
Buzz the bees in the blooms.
Black the whip thunder booms.
Grey the rain o'er the plain.
White the moon not one stain.
Red the rock high on cliffs.
Blue the sky autumn's gift.
Quick the song of the Sea.
Slow murmer in the Trees.
Hies the hawk to her crag.
Drags the snail with a lag.
Swift the stag through the mead.
Earth is full; Life, her Seed.
~ Eadha Deora
Ikarus
From deepest night you came to bring
Enchanted dust on silver wings
Away from where the shadows lie
You came, nocturnal butterfly
And spiralled toward an electric moon
Relentless bright hypnotic doom
Now empty a shell spirals down
Your path retraced without a sound
A shadow of your final flight
Addicted to life, addicted to light
~ Azarius
Background
This is a poem I wrote in memory of a moth. One day I was sitting in my room at night with the window open. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a moth leave the floor and start flying in spirals. At first i was kind of mesmerised by the way it was spiralling with almost mathematical precision, starting with ~6ft wide circles near the floor, then gradually spiralling more sharply as it ascended (I'd never seen a moth do that before and it gave me a strange feeling). After a couple of seconds I worked out what was happening and jumped up to turn the light off... but got there just a fraction of a second too late.
The Doe
Look out the window:
across the meadow
deep in cool shadow--
do you see her there?
of us unaware
without our despair.
She grazes that little patch of grass
as if it will be her last meal.
How many times have I trod that pass?
and there now she nibbles and kneels.
Her brown eyes so open:
innocence-token
Her slender, lithe limbs:
the wind's holy hymn
Her soft body strong:
right here she belongs.
This moment is sacred and tender,
beacon of Nature's serenity.
Let this deep Peace be your defender,
stability in eternity. ---
Ear-aching thunder!
Peace splits asunder!
And we are left to wonder
and sadly shudder
at Beauty blundered.
Close up the shutters.
~Eadha Deora
The Trees’ Song
I am the Child of the Forest.
My mother is the dark mud,
My father the luminous star.
My brother is the lashing rain,
My sister the howling wind.
I am the Child of the Forest.
I have stood for a millennia,
I have never moved from my place.
My roots know the darkest depths,
My leaves the bluest heights.
I am the Child of the Forest.
I tremble at the sound of metal,
I shiver at the sight of the saw.
I encase my heart in bark,
Hidden away from sight.
I am the Child of the Forest.
I was here at your beginning,
And I will see your end.
I am the Child of the Forest.
~Thimble
The Tree
Execute your helpless victim:
it can only stand proud
in its green, leafy shroud.
Hack at its ancient roots:
it only gives you wood,
shelter, beauty, air, and food.
Lop off its limbs:
it only shields the rain.
It sings to you again--
"Living things fill the earth.
Power surges through our veins.
Destroy us, green-filling earth.
In the end, t'will be thy bane."
~Eadha Deora
Nightshade
She is a mystery.
Irresistable and beautiful.
She bathes in the moonless nights.
She even outshadows the lily with,
Her dark beauty.
She sends out her fragrance.
Tempting you to come closer like a siren.
Your hands twitch with excitement.
You see her beautiful, deadly hands,
And her dark flowing gowns dipped in poison.
She is so beautiful.
You know the cost.
But you don't care,
And then your sorry,
Once you touch her,
Poisoness, outstretched hands
~Andrew Lindow
