The Misty Mountains -- Samhain Winner

[OakWyse]

Winner, Samhain 2003 -- Short, Structured Poem

The Misty Mountains

Gently drifts the mist
o’er those ancient hills
where stately elms and chestnuts,
whose hoary roots are kissed
by singing rills,
with the rushing breezes
swirl in eerie and uncanny tryst.

Feel the silent sound
of the mountains’ breath,
where lonely, ancient ridges
of high and holy ground,
as still as death,
rise to meet the heavens;
and the clouded heavens bending down.

Powerfully to soar
upon the beating wings
of stern and silent eagles
above the forest floor
my spirit sings.
Yet it is this old earth,
that my earthy spirit wanders o’er.

W. William Melnyk
OakWyse
© September 25, 2003

Entered in the Samhain/Bardic Competition

[lupiana]

That touched the heart... Very visual, musical, magical. BEAUTIFUL OakWyse!!!

[chalcedoni]

oak,

i must have missed this one. quite evocative. a lovely read. now i am off though to read "annie" and the "salmon and otter" poems again. they both delight me so.

hugs,
chalci

[Lurker]

Simple beautiful!!!

[Thunderheart]

This one is beautiful, very mystical, I like it a lot.