tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95197192012-02-16T17:58:03.934+11:00As a descendant of the Celts, I am strongly drawn to the ancient mysterious world. I often write from those times, even from ancient Egypt &amp; Greece. I will gather a few poems for this blogspot to give you a little taste of my secret ancient world........Pamela Sidneyannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12176846951494502630noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9519719.post-1103728859106864722004-12-23T02:10:00.002+11:002008-06-23T19:56:40.763+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" >Ar'cady</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Golden wings of Ar'cady settle briefly</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">in the morning sun and reflections come</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">as after glow in pools of crystal water</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">the phase of Luna waxes to full</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">nights' intoxicating dark</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">this wax and wane of sun and moon</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">ebb and flow of gold and silver</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">runs in streams to Arcadian valleys</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">where sacred rites echo and moulder</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">in the seams of then and now</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">the hide-clad shepherder</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">the tight-bowed nymph of Selene's clan</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">even the shouts of Dionysus' women</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">cleave the air in shocking sentiment</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">the valley is alive with silver with crystal moisture</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">with seductive mists and murmuring breezes</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">the ear sings with beauty, the eye sinks in rapture</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">each tree bush and flower overwhelms</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">with fragrant essence, exotic odours hang</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">wisteria over lover's lips, fruits of rainbow hue</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">satiate the tongue, and Arcadia shivers on the skin</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">ripples to touch a quivering outstretched arm</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">this play, of feckless wanton can only rise</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">in a lover's mind through loves' sweet touch</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">to the empty vessel</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Pamela Sidney 1991</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><strong></strong><a href="http://www.pamspoetrypitch.com/"><strong><br /></strong></a></div><strong> </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9519719-110372885910686472?l=ancientworldpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12176846951494502630noreply@blogger.com0