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My Sparrow


Silver WInd

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My Sparrow

 

Sing softly

my sparrow

and lure me

to sleep

bathed in

moonlight

come my sparrow

and wake the sun

morning dew

clings to my body

softly the grass

dancing in the wind

sing to me

my sparrow

from high

in the trees

your melody

plays against

my ear

gentle you whisper

and I swoon to and fro

cradled by the earth

my sweet sweet sparrow

we are woven together

however you sing

no one shall hear

your voice

like me.

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Nice poem, Silver Wind. :-) I really like how you end it by drawing off of the narrator's personal perspective, as it seems to close the poem with a more intimate feel that works nicely in my opinion. I also like some of the imagery here, with the sensual image of the morning dew clinging to the body standing out in particular... Out of curiousity, is the moonlight bathing intentionally a reoccurring motif throughout your poetry, or is it simply an image that happens to be in your head when you're writing poems?

 

Wyvern nods to himself and adds "sweet sweet sparrow suite" to his list of potential Almost Dragonic Hollow-Ween Costumes™, then begins brainstorming grass fields to target on his way out of the Banquet Hall...

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Thank you, well I have always held the moon sacred, and felt close to the moon and fascinated by it, and I feel I have a close relationship with the Goddess of the Moon, so it is just an imporant part of my life, so it often shows up in my poetry, though it is not nessiarly something I do intentionaly but thoughts of the moon does often just drift into my mind while I write.

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