She waits for those who will see. (Form: Sapphic Ode) |
Hidden Treasures A field of flowers glimmers bright distracting, keeping from our sight and mind a mystery long thought lost. In earth embossed. Sunlight softly floats through the glade. revealing hidden treasures made and long since taken from display; safe from harm’s way. Her eyes seek the covert places where her treasures hide in spaces. They exist in forms of essence; perdu presence. A litany of fabled lore, not beyond some mythical shore but hidden in our very view; unknown but true. Movement captures my attention pulling my eyes in ascension to clouds that form fantastic shapes; mind is agape. There I see a white unicorn that was long thought lost, now reborn in billowing clouds I can see; reality? Now a dragon seen flying low, sunlight’s fire in eyes of shadow. Creatures visiting through time’s mist today persist. In the garden, moving flowers recall sprites with magic powers. A world known but unexpected; undetected. Gaia smiles at our ignorance as the mythos around us dance. Science searches but cannot find; by choice we’re blind. Notes An entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: Image 3 Form: Sapphic Ode A Sapphic Ode consists of three lines of Iambic Tetrameter followed by a line of Iambic bimeter (8 syllables three times then 4) rhymed ABAB. There is no line limit. Lexicon: mystery - alternative pronunciation is two syllables (mys-tree) Gaia - Earth as a goddess; Mother Nature perdu - hidden; concealed; obscured Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome. |