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Friday Fantasy ~ Enchanted Spell

05 Friday Feb 2016

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Enchantment waits in ebon flight
A raptor takes his place
Guided by the maiden’s light
In this mysterious place

Upon her shoulder he does rest
To wait the next command
A silent chant from ruby lips
Awakens where she stands

Fairy lights from her lantern glow
Fueled by the maiden’s plight
They must find the one she loves
In the darkness of the night

Yet, Enchantment waits in ebon flight
With a destiny to foretell
“I am the one you are waiting for,
This owl, now rapt in your spell.
I’ve traveled back from whence I came,
To light your lantern once again”

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos  All Rights Reserved

Luna, Goddess of the Moon

26 Tuesday Jan 2016

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Soft as velvet, blackened night
Luminous orb through shadows bright
Full in wonder, shining bright
Mesmerize us with celestial light

Illuminate the darkened sky
As the clouds go slowly drifting by
Enticing us from way up high
You captivate and mystify

Seducing us with golden splendor
To you, alas, we must surrender
Luna, Goddess of the Moon
With you, we are at last, attune

 

 

This was Sunday night’s full moon, taken from my front porch.  The clouds almost look like the face of an alien/skeleton, but I chose to romanticize it 🙂

Photo and poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

Black Ice

21 Thursday Jan 2016

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Ice, the color of ebony night

She spins her crystals into light

Droplets cast an unearthly glow

Falling gently, down below

Magical, bright, o’er the land

Illusion created by the touch of her hand

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

Inquietude

12 Tuesday Jan 2016

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It’s 3AM and I’m still awake

I walk to the window and pull back the drape

And stare at a moonless starlit sky

And wonder aloud, why is it I

Cannot find the sleep I so desperately crave

These thoughts overtake me, to a point where I cave

And slink back to my desk like a cat on the prowl

After all, it is why I am called the Night Owl

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

Moonlight Dance

09 Saturday Jan 2016

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Moonlight glows in ebony night

Branches reach to find the light

Stretching up to meet the glow

Her barren limbs begin to grow

Shortening distance between the spark

And land now covered by the dark

She reaches midnight’s golden sun

As ethereal colored worlds are spun

Anchored roots that hold her steady

She is unafraid, strong and ready

To catch the moon, perhaps, perchance

Luring him in with her moonlight dance

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved