My Journey Home

[butterfly_spirit]

Hi all

Last night I was flying home from my honeymoon in Egpyt. I was so excited to be coming home and started thinking about everything waiting for me. I wrote this poem from doing so, I hope you like it.

As I journey home, on this sky high craft
Passing great cities and isles in the dark
I think of where I am heading
And the beauty that awaits

My first delight, to see my beautiful girl
To hold her in my arms
Shower her with love and praise
Enough to fill the last seven days

Next I dream of grassy nell
Of rolling hill and morning dew smell
We'll run and play in the falling leaves
And watch the gentle rains fall in swelling streams

So now I wait to see the lights
That shape my beautiful land
As I touch my feet on England's soil
Ill blow a kiss to the moon so grand
And as she welcomes me back home
Ill kiss the Goddess's hand.

I know it is not perfect verse, but i am a beginner at writing poetry and this came to me in such a flowing way that I dare not tamper with so I don;t loose its magic.

Butterfly spirit

[meicalabawen]

Poetry gives us a voice when regular language cannot. I'm glad to see you finding a voice!

And congratulations!

[butterfly_spirit]

Thank you so much, its very exciting and great fun

[Cerys]

Thanks for sharing that It's always a brave step to put your work out there -- I enjoyed reading it!

Congrats on the wedding!

[butterfly_spirit]

Thanks ever so much, i hope to have some more to post sometime x

[Fox of the Oaks]

I like your writing, and I think it's important like you say to not lose the magic in the words/feelings/imagery. I have found if you tap into that magic, its roots can draw deep inspiration, and naturally the leaves and flowers of poetry will flow or grow out. I tend to trim or prune my poetic plants a little here and there, but I always allow the roots to draw up the flowing stream first.

In Springtime's winds and lights,
PineRaven.

[Huathe]

Wonderful! I loved it.