poems by wild rose

[Windsong]

Hey wild_rose,

The melancholy tone of this poem reminds me of the long winter that refuses to surrender itself to the spring. The disillusion in Jill Pole's words strike a chord of dispair. Very well written and its meaning is clearly understood.

Windsong

[wild rose]

Thank you Windsong

Poem about the castle and city of Narnia, Cair Paravel

Cair Paravel
Standing a top the mountain
Glistening in the setting sun
Shining as a prescious gem
Of the Narnian Kingdom

Cair Paravel, capital of Narnia
City of the four thrones
Wisdom, bravery and honor
Carved into every stone

Built you were by finest craftsmen
Set with all the fairest jewels
You reflect the power and wonder
Of the magic by which Narnia is ruled

You have seen many battles
You have fought many wars
The blood of so many soldiers
Upon you steps was poured

You housed many great kings
You fell into enemy rule
You knew monarchs, generous and kind
And evil, and horrid and cruel

Through the pages of Narnia
You shine time and again
Yet you know that someday
Your glory will come to an end

You were built of stone and sand
These things do not last forever
And the time will come when not much
Will remain of you beauty and splendor

The things built by man
Will one day ruin and crumble
What was once a shining jewel
Will be but dust and rubble

Yet on the pages of history
You will be remembered
And in the hearts of all the lives
Which in your walls were sheltered

For that is your true purpose
Not to show off in glowing pride
But to give security and protection
To the prescious lives inside

So stand Cair Paravel
Stand to protect, to gaurd
The lives of the Narnians
Who to Aslan most prescious are

Standing a top the mountain
Glistening in the setting sun
A fortress to all the brave and true
Of the Narnian Kingdom

Loyalty, faith and freedom
Carved into every stone
In Cair Paravel, capital of Narnia
City of the four thrones

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

The nobility in your words as you described Cair Paravel was spoken like a true Narnian. I liked how you mentioned how Loyalty, faith and freedom was carved into every stone. It is true that all man has made will one day be returned to the dust, but the memory of Cair Paravel will live in our hearts forever.

Bravo!

Windsong

[wild rose]

Thanks so much Windsong

This poem is about a morning in the cold long winter that lasted in Narnia for 100 years during the reign of the White Witch

Winter Morn
Dawn in winter, pale morn
Slowly the sun begins to rise
But the forests still are held
By the shadows of the night

Lighter becomes the winter sky
As higher the sun will climb
Winter sun, unfriendly sun
Neither warm, nor glad nor kind

Gradually snow begins to glisten
As the sun's light it catches
Contrasting sharply with the blue
That remains in shady patches

Icy wind blows all around
Coldness of the night gives way
With the rising of the sun
To the coldness of the day

Morning slowly, slowly dawns
Icy, fierce, cold and cruel
Reflecting with frost and chill
The White Witch's evil rule

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

I can vision a cold and desolate forest crying for its creator to release it from its frozen bondage of isolation. Another brilliant poem from a very gifted writer. Great job.

Windsong

[wild rose]

thanks Windsong

Here's a poem I wrote about the mermaids that live in the Narnian waters

A Poem of the Mermaids
Off the coast of Narnia
Deep, deep under the sea
Live the dancing mermaids
Happy, wild and carefree

Below the water is their kingdom
Where the joyfully abide
Greeting ships that sail off
With the rising of the tide

With their melodic voices
Songs of praises they sing
To their creator, the lion Aslan
Highest of all high kings

When the sun begins to set
And the moon rises in the sky
They sing the ocean to sleep
With a gentle lulluby

When the sun returns
And the day begins to dawn
They sing to wake the ocean
They sing the morning song

With a splash of their tales
To the shore they swim
And greet all the early birds
Who rose to watch the day begin

If you wish to see them
Very early you must rise
For they return back to the sea
Right after sunrise

Sleepy heads will always miss them
For they sleep far too long
When the moring is long done
And the mermaids are long gone

They come to the shore only once
When the days is just beginning
And when the sun is up
Back to the deep sea they are swimming

So if you want to see the mermaids
My advice you'd better heed
Don't sleep late, rise up early
You'll see them waving from the sea

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

I really enjoyed the soft flow of this poem. One could imagine these gentle creatures appearing on calm waters. Another fine addition to your thread.

Windsong

[wild rose]

thank you Windsong

This poem is a prayer king Peter prays before he goes to fight Miraz (inspired by the book Prince Caspian)

Prayer of King Peter
Today I face a fearsome foe
One who is much older than I
And I cannot push away
The fear that I may die

For Narnia I go off to fight
Her freedom I do defend
For her loyal, valiant subjects
I will fight to the very end

To You Aslan I do pray
Help me through this fight
Help me to be brave
And not give in to fright

Guide my hand, guide my sword
Help me hold my shield
Give me strength as I go
Out into the battlefield

I know You are my only hope
So in You I put my faith
You will give me courage
And help me not to be afraid

I grasp my sword, I take my shield
Soon I will face my foe
I have said this prayer to You
With faith to the battlefield I go

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

I enjoyed reading the nobility in Peter's words as he prays for strength in the upcoming battle. Another fine effort.

Windsong

[wild rose]

thank you Windsong

this poem is from Cor's point of view as he comes to Aravis to apologize for another argument they had, and as it turns out it is more than an apology

Proposal
Here you are in the garden
I thought that's where you'd be
It's the place you usually go
After you have fought with me

Now Aravis, don't roll your eyes
And I beg of you don't walk away
Just stay a moment and hear out
The apology I have come to say

I sorry for the disagreement we had
The fault of it is partly mine
Will your forgive this humble chap
I promise I shall be better next time

You and I are stubborn both
We've proved that time and again
Sometimes we clash and disagree
While still remaining closet friends

Our friendship had a rough beginning
You remember as well as I
You were proud and resentful
I had no upbringing of any kind

But as time went on, we got along
Nearly brother and sister have become we
But now as I look at you
I just know that's not enough for me

We are no longer children
Both myself and you have grown
And I came here to find
If I could have you for my own

Oh I know we fall out and argue
And there are times we disagree
But those are small and meaningless
Compared to the love I have for thee

I will be king in time to come
I shall rule Archenland
And how gladly the crown I'll bear
If I had but your heart and hand

What say you, my dearest friend
I'm with you here in summer's splendor
As I get down upon one knee
And ask you to be mine forever

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

Your poem is as soft as the coming summer breeze that touches us in ways that awaken the imagination. Your words flow like that of a gentle stream. I can vision Cor gathering all of his courage to say these words to Aravis. Another excellent offering.

Windsong

[wild rose]

thanks Windsong

I haven't been here in a while here's a little something I wrote today

Rain in Spring

She is gentle still and calls to you
She is soft and warm as she caresses you
She falls in droplets from the sky
From the clouds that are on high

Drop by drop down she goes
Making music with soft sound
Rain in spring sent to melt to snow
That for so long captive the ground

How strange it seems, so frail is she
Yet to her the snow must surrender
For he has no power or might
Against this warm and gentle weather

Drop by drop the spring rain falls
Bring freshness to the Narnian air
Making all around clean and calm
Making all around beautiful and fair

Spring has come to Narnia
Replacing snow with rain
And how the creatures do rejoice
That at last spring came

Soon the flowers will bloom
And the dryads' hair will fill with leaves
Soon the river will flow again
And the meadows will be green

Soft and gentle the rain falls
Delightful rain that hails spring
And with each drop we can watch
How winter surrenders and takes its leave

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

I really enjoyed the gentle flow of words that described the drops of rain. You are very talented at elemental poetry.

Windsong

[wild rose]

thank you Windsong

poem about Shasta who was left alone at the great tombs while Aravis and the horses had to remain in the city (inspired by the book A Horse and His Boy)

Shasta at the Tombs

The night settles in so calm and still
I lie here on my own
I lost my companions in a sad mistake
And now I am all alone

Here, by these tombs
I watch the darkness creep by
I watch the moon rise
And stars appear in the sky

Fear creeps into my soul
As the darkness settles in
What if this graveyard is haunted
What if ghouls really exists

I hear a howl in the distance
Wolves must be nearby
Now it seems my fate is sealed
I must be meant to die

Suddenly a roar interrupts the wolves
It is a lion's call
Now I shall surely meet my doom
Surrounded by preditors great and small

The wolves are silent, and slink away
The lion frightened them
So lion's dinner I will be
I brace myself for the end

But no lion comes my way
A large cat comes walking by
He lays down beside me
And gazes into my fightened eyes

Calm and firm is his gaze
It melts away my fears
I am no longer afraid
Now that he is near

I tell him of all that happened
He listens to me with solem face
I tell him how I wish
I did not have to be in this place

The night is no longer so alone
The cat stays with me
I stoke his soft, glossy fur
And soon nod off to sleep

[Windsong]

Hey wild rose,

I really liked the mood that you created in this poem. I could vision the shadowy tombs shoulded by a chilling mist as I read the poem. Another fine addition to your collection of fine works.

Windsong

[wild rose]

this is a poem of Reepicheep (I think I got his name right), who stands at the head of the Dawn Treader and yearns to know what lies ahead

Dreams of Reepicheep
On this voyage I have come
One wish clings to me
To travel to the world's end
And discover what lies beyond the sea

When but I sapling I was
A song was sung to my cradle
That placed the desire in me
To the end of the world to sail

I wish, I wish to go
Where the water is sweet
For there I was told
Is the utter, utter east

Oh for this I live and dream
My one passion, my one goal
To find out what it all means
This is the longing of my soul

I don't know what lies ahead
But I look onward, ever on
My heart filled with hope
And my eyes towards the rising sun