By The Gods

By The Gods


By the Gods, I am free
To unfurl and be me
In a land formed of patience and silence.
By the land and the seas,
I compose my heart’s dreams
As I walk on a path formed of kindness.

By the whispering leaves,
I grow close to the trees
As they humble my soul in their presence.
By their time-stricken boughs,
I abandon my shroud
And unburden my mind of its penance.

By the mountains, I rise
To cerulean skies
And such beauty, my eyes cannot fathom.
By the bright stars above,
I know genuine love
As their magic unleashes my passion.

By the moon matriarch,
I unbury my heart,
For she nurtures my soul and my being.
By the light that she shines,
I can sense The Divine
On the path that my spirit is weaving.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

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Photography by Lunaesque

Phoenix Rising

Phoenix Rising

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O, to live a humble life
A life that fortune cannot pawn
Beyond the twisted fallacies
Of hoodwinked fools with egos torn.

To walk where fleeting ravens caw
In pastures free of mankind’s sting
To live each day considerately
Beside my muse, the feral wind.

To seek out life’s philosophy
Without a pre-recorded script
Below a pool of glistening stars
I’ll be the master of my ship.

To meekly live beyond
The countless burdens of society
Upon a solitary path
Regardless of propriety.

Life vexes me to comprehend
Why liberty is steeply priced
I long to claim what is my right
To answer to no Lord or Sire.

To sense what is invisible
To confront false realities
To live each day, remembering
It is my birthright to be free.

Society may pity me
Though I seek nothing more than bliss
Is it too hard to recognise
A phoenix rising from the depths?

With open eyes, I’ll spread my wings
And flee the flames of wretchedness
Upon my path, I shall withhold
The key to my own happiness.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Fair Maiden of Creation

Fair Maiden of Creation

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Dearest Spring, release your tresses
Chase my bitterness away
Roll your grace to yonder meadows
Draw your light upon my days

And with your sylvan symphony
Invite your emerald jewels to rise
To paint upon the ashen meadows
Glistening sights before my eyes.

Although the chimes of morningtide
Do holler their impertinent rings
I shall arise with jollity
And springtime drafts upon my wings.

Away! The solemness of winter
May your gloom oblige no more
Arise! Fair maiden of creation
Brimming with beloved awe.

As feathered friends leap gleefully
Above the roaring waterfalls
The villagers confront their homes
And brighten up the cottage walls.

With mighty plans and great intent
They sweep away their dusty woes
With visions of abundant fields
And trellises of reddened rose.

The ghostly scenes of rolling mists
Reluctantly come to an end
The earthy fork tucked into soil
Awakens to his redbreast friend.

And when each bud and thirsty bloom
Presents itself unto the skies
Oh, let this be the final view
I ever see before my eyes.

The void of Winter now withdraws
And with it, idling declines
As Eden stretches out her wings
Her paradise shall be divine!

The tepid breeze shall kiss my face
Cerulean skies, I shall admire
To watch the world awakening
My yearning eyes shall never tire.

Observing death with all its woes
Its fading light disheartens me
But then, upon Spring’s providence
An endless promise, I do see.

I hearken to creation’s call
As every precious season turns,
Reminding me upon my path
“Of Dust thou art, to Dust thou shalt return.”

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Humanity’s Last Quest

Humanity’s Last Quest

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Resting,
Reflecting
Below the day-blind stars
Wondering and pondering
The Earth’s abhorrent scars

With great distress and empathy
I watch the Earth’s destruction
An organised catastrophe
The heiress of corruption

Her pristine skies and stainless seas
Are worth much more than gold
We pillage what we stand upon
Her goodness stripped and sold

Man glorifies the affluent
And trusts his so-called truths
His pockets ever-growing
As starvation sings the blues

His corporate greed puts revenue
Before the dismal truth
His fallacies
Will finish us
It’s time to raise the roof

Hearken to the whispering wind
Behold her frantic cries
A tempest swells within Earth’s core
Reprisal shall arise

Choose life before prosperity
Delay the planet’s death
And march for what you stand upon
Arise, come forth, protest!

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.