Decorous Dirge

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Erewhon round night of mists and dreams; bade herbs
and spice to shade the room. Guerrero born with blush
of morn; don nature with the fairest bloom.

“Oh sweet Guerrero garb with flair;
Let buds of marjoram adorn your hair.
Oh beauteous soul as briar rose;
Worth hundred spears and hundred bows.

Hazel trees spread far and wide;
Beneath thus time’s flowing tide.
Oh sweet Guerrero need not fear;
Have millions longing to revere.”

Erewhon burst with mirth and cheer; upon blessings
for their fairest dame. Envisioned glories half appear;
bade gifts of love andΒ fruitful fame.

Lo! Stars tonight shall be so dear;
To lean and whisper into her ear.



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Happy Birthday Magaly ❀️

Posted on Dark Poetry for Cruellest Month


& Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

50 Replies to “Decorous Dirge”

  1. You make want to braid the entire woods in my hair, and battle on! I’m so enchanted by all the Nature and wilderness that I can hear my soul sing and dance. And as you often do, you crowned the piece with your last two lines: the idea of the stars whispering, and not just whispering but leaning down to do it, is pure yum!

    Thank you sooo much, Sanaa darling. I love this! ❀

    1. Hello Magaly,

      Thank you so much, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, lots of love πŸ˜€

      PS: Happy Birthday πŸ˜€

  2. Nice fun tribute to Magaly. All dressed up, her and Erewhon. Since it’s a dirge, I’m not sure of the real end. But the last two lines sound pretty good to me:
    Lo! Stars tonight shall be so dear;
    To lean and whisper into her ear
    I’m wondering what he whispered, sweet nothing kind i’m sure.

  3. Wow this was so much fun to read aloud…and in the a minstrel voice that Raivenne spoke of…
    Joyful words…

  4. I love a dirge of such loveliness… you somehow make groves seem beautiful… somewhere I see that beautiful painting of Ophelia floating drowned…

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