Rich gold demarks the sunset like a tide.
Broad amber bands that ripple down in waves
Across a royal canvas slip outside
The boundaries of fiction. Evening braves
Fantastic revelations: phoenix lines
Cavorting through the cosmos in a dance
Star-garnished and vivacious trace designs
Of faerie potency, their white romance
Enchanting with a wink he who beholds
Their lambent serenade: there, Oberon
Perceives Titania; wrapped within the folds
Of twilight's cloth, she elevates the dawn
Yet to arrive, when waves of light will break
Upon Arcadia's shores, where none awake.
3 comments:
Wow. How very lovely! What a fantastic, mythically-tinged, enchanting depiction of sunset! It is almost rather more exquisite than the reality itself. Impressive. Breath-taking with the imagery creating a vivid and inspiring moment of fantasy with fancy's elaborate brushstrokes. Awesome and delightful.
...demarks/amber...slip/fiction/phoenix...etc...oh but this is a treat.
This one written after seeing the sun going down. It seemed to be going nowhere but into a sea of too-dense words, so I was pleased when it turned fantastic and faerie, and even more so when Oberon arrived. Ah, and I am relieved you appreciated phoenix. That word was nearly expelled, as I was uncertain of its value; but no other word would do to paint the way the scene looked, so it survived.
"phoenix" enhanced the entire depiction. It would have been a great pity if you had deleted it. I am glad you used it. Wonderful touch, beyond the mere pleasure of a sunset, seems to me. Awesome.
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