� Sep. 17, 2008
A poem
Here is a poem I wrote, being inspired by the moonlight in the night drive home from church. I wrote some of it on a church bulletin that was in my Bible, and sribbled it down until I came home to type it out. Please tell me what you think.
Her ebony tresses fell silvery in the moonlight,
She danced by the light of the moon.
The silver sphere shown down from heaven,
Its gaze fell softly upon the wood nymph,
Dancing, dancing,
Dancing in the moonlit night.
Her voice lifted its song silver-tuned in the moonlight.
She sang by the light of the moon.
The feathery mists smiled, framing the moon.
The forest nymph was Swayentlay – the moon’s daughter,
Singing, singing,
Singing in the moonlit night.
Her pale skin shown white in the moonlight,
Her beauty shown in the light of the moon.
And she prayed on in the moonlight,
Her voice whispered a tune to her King.
Praying, praying,
Praying in the moonlit night.
And she danced on in the moonlight,
She sang on by the light of the moon.
The darkening shadows crept through the night,
But Swayentlay danced on through the night.
Dancing, dancing,
Dancing in the moonlit night.
The veiling mists departed in the moonlight,
Silently by the light of the moon.
Her sweet song stopped on her lips,
Her dancing feet ceased in the night,
Swayentlay, Swayentlay,
Swayentlay in the moonlit night.
The silvery light broke the edge of the night.
A hush of wind blows the enchanting night.
Gone is she, the moon’s daughter,
Swayentlay, the moon’s silver-tuned daughter.
Not a trace, not a trace,
Not a trace is left in the sunlit morn.
The sun slowly breaks the moonlight,
Its golden shafts outline the morning light.
Not a trace is left to show where she –
The moon’s dancing dark haired daughter may be.
No more, no more,
No more is she in the sunlit morn.
But still when the moonlight is strongest,
When the darkness is longest,
Swayentlay dances on in the moonlight,
Her voice silvery-sweet in the moonlight.
Dancing, dancing,
Dancing in the moonlit night.
© by Molly 2008
I fare ye well!
~Molly
Comments
� Sep. 18, 2008
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Posted by PoeticMaiden
Oh! Beautiful!!!! It seems we were both inspired by moonlight. ;) Fabulous!!!
I am so glad you like my folksong! And I'm glad it matches Hanaskea! In your writings you conveyed the whole picture of Hanaskea really well, and after that it wasn't too hard to think of a folk song. Thank you! :D
I love you!
~Cherise
� Sep. 18, 2008
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Posted by Westilisette
It sounds like a proper poem like what the real poets write like! Amazing! The only bit I'm not sure about is where it says The moonlight is strongest, the darkness is longest, I don't think it would be very dark at all if the moon shone at its strongest. But don't worry. It is a very good poem, I'm sure it is the type of poem that could be published. It sounds extremely good. I think it is the best one I've heard yet from any of the other writers on HSB. Great job.
Chezdak
� Sep. 18, 2008
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Posted by Ness
Moonlight is very inspiring! I like it, it's very good!
I like your backround and your new avatar.
Did you just change it or has it been a long time:)?
Ness
� Sep. 19, 2008
Hullo
Posted by chezdak
thankyou for the comment.
Chezdak
� Sep. 20, 2008
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Posted by callen
Thanks for commenting! I'm glad you liked it. I'll post more soon.
I like your poem alot it's very good!
Keelan
Edited by callen on Sep. 20, 2008 at 11:46 AM
� Sep. 20, 2008
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Posted by Altariel
That's not true! Rean-Hammon loves Katie! She loves him! They were meant for each other from the beginning of creation! You have cruelly divided them! He puts up with Aella only as an actor; Katie is his true love! Nothing you can ever do will destroy their love!
� Sep. 21, 2008
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Posted by Pip
WOOHOO! That was very beautiful, very moonlit. You're quite the poet!
~PIP~
� Sep. 23, 2008
Hello Molly
Posted by Anonymous
Hey Molly- What an impressive site! I love your background and all your writing! Your creativity is endless! It was good to see you this afternoon. I'll be checking back again to see how your writing progresses! This is exciting! Blessings, Mrs. Powell
