poems by wild rose

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

I continue to enjoy reading your fine poems. I look forward reading more. Fine job.

Windsong

[wild rose]

thanks Windsong

well spring seems to be having a bad effect on me I'm a Lucy+Tirian supporter so I wrote this sonnet as if from Tirian when he first saw Lucy. It's a Shakespearean Sonnet (following an abab cdcd efef gg rhyme pattern) and I wrote it in Shakespearean language for the fun of it. It's the first 'love poem' I have ever written

Sonnet to Lucy
I read of thee in books of old
But ne’er did I expect such a lovely face
Innocent as I ever did behold
Full of gentleness, poise and grace
Thy face does shine with unearthly glow
Little wonder thy name means ‘light’
Thy skin fair, as soft winter snow
Thine eyes pure and clean and bright
Like soft silver bells, thy voice rings
Refreshing the air, like gentle summer rain
I pray, let not thy voice to cease
Let it flow from the lips from whence it came
Such pureness I have ne’er yet seen
And forever thou hast smitten me

[Windsong]

Dear wild rose,

You wrote a wonderful sonnet. I am very impressed that you challenged yourself to write with such depth and passion. Very impressive.


Cheers!
Windsong

[wild rose]

thank you Windsong

I'm sure you all remember the little squirrel who was wishing for spring, well at last spring has come, after 100 years of winter the spell of the Witch is breaking with the arrival of the future kings and queens of Narnia

A Wish Come True
I can’t believe my very eyes
What a wonderful glorious surprise
Yesterday everything was white
Today the snow is disappearing from sight
Is it really? Can it be?
Or are my eyes deceiving me
But no I look around and it is true
For my mother sees it too
This means that the power of the evil queen
Is increasingly, steadily weakening
This must mean that Aslan has returned
To restore peace to our world
And when the Witch is defeated at last
This time of horror will be past
And the kings and queens will reign
In a new and golden age
Oh what a joyous day for me
At last, at last, it is spring

[Windsong]

I enjoyed your poem about the little squirrel who longs for the spring. The poem has good meter and verse. Another fine effort,

Windsong

[wild rose]

thanks so much Windsong
I haven't written poetry in a while cause I've been very busy but here is a little something I scratched down in the middle of school work

Sunrise in Narnia

Slowly, ever so slowly
The shadows take their leave
And the night, though still desperately clinging
Knows he must soon retreat

Slowly, ever so slowly
The light begins to appear
The colors gently call
The sun is very near

All the forests of Narnia
Eagerly drink the gentle light
They smile and soak in the dew
And bid farewell to the night

As the sun begins to rise
And signals the beginning of day
The forests are transformed
With the magic of his rays

The forests are a glow
With the light of the rising sun
And the forests, bathed in gold
Rejoice that night is done

[Windsong]

Dear wild rose,

I really enjoyed reading your poem of the sunrise. Your words vividly describe the transformation of how the night surrenders itself to the day.

Another fantastic effort,

Windsong

[wild rose]

thanks actually that poem was inspired by the sunrise I watched on Easter Sunday

This is the beginning of a very long ballad that I wrote yesterday (also during school time, I usually seem to get the insperation at a very inappropriate time ) I will be posting a piece of it for three days
Anyone who knows me knows I am a huge fan of sad love stories but I like them to have some sort of meaning as well. This ballad was inspired by a piece of music I was listening too by 'Nuttin but Strings', I thought it reminded me of a a couple saying goodbye to one another, never to see each other again. Another source of insperation was the birch park near my home

Little Note: This ballad rather sad, it is about a dryad torn between her attraction to a Calormene and her loyalty and devotion to Aslan.

The Ballad of the Calormene and the Dryad

In the magical land of Narnia
Deep within the forgotten wood
You’ll find an entrance to a tunnel
Where an Ivory Tower once had stood

Deep in the tunnel, neatly stacked
Are the legends and tales from days of old
Come, find a cozy spot among the ruins
Tonight one ballad will be told:

In the golden age of Narnia
During the reign of Peter the High King
When the fauns danced with the dryads
And all the animals were free

Prince Rabadash of Calormen
Had decided to start a new way of life
And he came to Narnia for the purpose
Of wining Queen Susan to be his wife

One of the prince’s royal guards
Was a brave and noble man
He had journeyed across the sea
To this strange and foreign land

He was tall and of fair face
With dark skin and hair and eyes
He was loyal to his prince
Prepared to live for him, and die

As time passed the Calormene grew weary
Of the life at the royal court
So he left the palace grounds
And took a walk, for he was out of sorts

As he walked along the wood
Among the trees a voice he heard
Singing a song he never knew
Harmonizing with the birds

The voice could not be human
It was far too gentle and sweet
It seem to come with the wind
And resembled the rustling of leaves

The Calormene quietly followed the voice
And came to a clearing in the wood
And saw, with her back to him
A graceful, feminine figure stood

Her figure was quite unlike
Anything he had ever seen
She had form, but seemed half transparent
And her skin, a gentle forest green

Her long, long hair half transparent too
Looking as though it was made of leaves
Her robes where loose and gently flowing
And when he saw her, he was reminded of a tree

The Calormene took a step to her
And broke a twig upon the ground
She gave a start and jumped a little
Then fearfully she turned around

And as her eyes looked into his
He thought them too green to be true
The two of them stared a while
Then he whispered “Who are you?”

She looked at him, then lowered her eyes
He soothingly said “you need not fear me”
She paused a little then replied
“I am the dryad of a tree”

[Liberty Hoffman]

wow wild!!!!! you're on a roll! good job with all of these poems!

"Sunrise In Narnia" is my favorite thus far I can picture everything the poem describes when I am reading it

[wild rose]

thanks Libby

here's part two of the Ballad of the Calormene and the Dryad

He gazed at her a little longer
And at last she lifted her eyes
"Who are you?" she gently asked
"A stranger here," He replied

Her large, shy eyes where suddenly filled
With curiosity and awe
"If you will, have a seat"
"And tell me from where you are"

"My home is far away"
"In a large and vast land"
"It is great ad powerful"
"Surrounded by an ocean of sand"

He would have liked to tell her more
About the land of which he was proud
But the day was quickly fading
And the sun was sinking down

He slowly rose and prepared to leave
"Tis late, I must be getting back"
"Will you come again tomrrow?"
She caught his hand and asked

Her touch was gentle and smooth
Her voice so meek and mild
He looked into her green eyes again
"Of course I will," he smiled

He turned to go, then looked back
To the log on which she perched
"Tell me of what tree are you?"
She giggled and whispered "The birch"

He went back to the palace
But to everthing he was blind
He didn't notice anyone
The dryad alone was on his mind

And so as the time pased
And the days followed each other
The dryad and the Calormene met
And daily converesd with one another

Yet the day was soon approaching
When the prince home would sail
And Queen Susan promised to visit him
...But that is another tale

The Calormene wished to return home
To him, Narnia only barbarians was made of
But one thing held him back
For he found he was in love

He did not wish to remain here
But he found he could not depart
And so he devised and plan
So with the dryad he would not part

On the eve of his departure
He met the dryad in the woods
He gently took her graceful hand
And upon one knee he stood

"You know I am soon departing"
"And I think I never will return"
"BUt I cannot leave just yet"
"For a fire within me burns"

"I ask and pray of you"
"Come with me to my home"
"There among my people"
"I will care for you as my own"

"What is your answer?" he said at lenth
For she had made no reply
She looked at him a while longer
And from her lips escaped a sigh

[wild rose]

here's the third and final part

warning: it's sad

The Ballad of the Calormene and the Dryad...continued

"I cannot go with you" She said
"I could never leave my wood"
"Of course you can," he argued
She shook her head, "I never could"

"But perhaps, if you only will"
"There is a different way"
"I will not go with you"
"But perhaps you could stay"

"What stay here!" he said in shock
"Never ask such a thing of me"
"I will never abandon my prince"
"To him I swore my loyalty"

"And I will not go with you"
The dryad said and looked away
"For I believe in Aslan"
"But it is to Tash your people pray"

The Calormene shook his head
"So you believe in Aslan too?"
"In that hidious king of beasts"
"Tell me, how on earth can you?"

"Oh do not speak of Aslan so"
The dryad earnestly did plead
"And why not" the Calormene laughed
"I will say of Him what I please"

"I am a faithful son of Tash"
"To the Tisroc is my loyalty"
"And I hate the lion Aslan"
"With all the might inside of me"

The dryad sadly dropped her head
As tears formed in her eyes
"My dear Calormene, the time has come"
"For you and I to say goodbye"

"Though I have become fond of you"
"You hate Him, whom I love"
"And though on the outside you are fair"
"I see now what you soul is made of"

The Calormene opened his mouth
But the dryad shook her head
"You are a faithful Calormene"
"And I a loyal Narnian" she said

She turned to leave, but extended her hand
"Perhaps, perhaps you might still stay?"
But he indignatly shook his head
"Either you with me, or we part ways"

And so she sadly turned to go
He watched her in the setting sun
At the bend she paused a moment
Gave one last look, and then was gone

[Windsong]

Dear wild rose,

You have outdone yourself with these last three poems. I could visualize everything that you wrote. Your words were as soft as a gentle wind
caressing the face of the reader as they are taken on a journey to a place that we only know in our dreams.

You are a gifted writer. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.


Windsong

[wild rose]

thank you so much Windsong

This poem is about all the brave warriors of Narnia who fought at the First Battle of Beruna

They May Have
They may have feared on that day
But they raised their banners high
The price, they were willing to pay
Even if they would have to die

They may have feared, but they went on
Led by their young and future king
It didn't matter if hope seemed gone
They would fight till they were free

They may have feared, but did not show
They cared for neither pain or death
They had faith in the unknown
Ready to fight till their last breath

If they feared, they breathed not a sound
They charged at evil's host
And Aslan did not let them down
He came when they needed Him most

He charged and gave a mighty roar
To the horror of the enemy
And the hearts of the Narnians did soar
They knew now they would have the victory

The Battle of Beruna was won that day
The Narnians all did cheer
How glad that they had put their faith in Aslan
And did not submit to their fear

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

One can almost hear the faint cadence of beating drum when reading this poem. Your rhyme scheme is strong at is always is and your words resonate the message of victory in your poem.

Great job,

Windsong

[Liberty Hoffman]

oh, very beautiful work wild!!!!! you are a natural at poetry!

I agree with Windsong about "They May Have" - one could imagine a drum in the backround while reading the poem!

keep up the good work!

[Narnian_Archer]

So alive, wild rose!!! You see them marching down to fight the Witch and you read it!!! It has so much power, so much energy!!! agreed with Windsong, you can imagine a drum beating to the rhythm!!