The Dance of Midsummer

The Dance of Midsummer

Come, dance, my child, the day is young;
Greeteth the moon, the stars and sun.
Lay bare thy feet upon the ground;
Don merry bells and floral crowns.

Set loose your songs of emerald green,
Of crimson skies and sapphire seas,
Of meadows ripe and rivers vast,
Of fables woven of the past.

Rise up, rise up from whence ye be;
The prancing embers beckon thee.
Set tresses wild and spirits high;
The sun commands thy soul to fly.

As maidens dance with hands a-wed;
Lift up thy cup above thy head.
The longest day shalt mark a feast
Of what hath passed and what may be.

With rolling drums and crowing men,
All hail the sun! Our Providence.
May troubles melteth to the breeze
And be replaced with jollity.

Praise be ye lore of better days;
Praise be the Earth, her fruits and grain.
Praise be the moon, the stars and sun.
May summer blesseth everyone!

Amelia Dashwood © 2017, 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.

The Great Escape

The Great Escape

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Lead me through the rugged fields
Where I shall bow my head and yield
My deepest, secret, solemn prayers
Unto the breeze, my soul shall bear
All that it knows and loves to be
Within the land and raging seas
Throughout the endless universe
My love for life, I shall converse

With wooden staff and furry friend
I shall advance and then transcend
Within a kingdom forged of Gods
A land that selfishness forgot
Beyond man’s fortresses of haste
Lie pristine skies and pools of grace
Esoteric groves and hidden tracks
Rich history remains untaxed

When life is far too much to take
My soul shall seek the great escape
As tyranny tears me apart
Majestic views shall heal my heart
I’ll leave existence for a while
Upon the zephyr, I shall fly
By whispering trees, I shall forget
Life’s misery and deep regret

Upon a single blackbird’s song
I shall recall where I belong
Surrounded by Earth’s sylvan life
Oh, sweet relief from daily strife
Neath cloudless skies, I shall arise
Brush off my tears and desperate cries
I’ll disregard life’s wicked ways
And face the world another day

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Peaceful Encounters

Peaceful Encounters

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Tonight, may I dream of a faraway land,
A land undiscovered by covetous hands;
I’ll saunter through meadows beneath flawless skies,
Where unwritten wisdom enraptures my eyes.

I’ll sneak through the woods to draw in the crisp air,
Examined by creatures in slovenly lairs;
I’ll rest beneath clouds that inspire fine art,
My head in the cowslip and love in my heart.

The hare shall approve of my peaceful encounters,
He’ll throw me a wink as he hops through the flowers;
The mystical cries of the eagles above
Will summon a feeling of who I once was.

I’ll board a fine vessel to cruise the vast ocean
With nothing but joy as my magical potion;
The stars will put on a magnificent show,
Each one of them bound to my wanderlust soul.

I’ll nurture the child that exists in my being;
A magic that thrives as I keep on believing;
And all of my senses will widely awaken
In Nature’s retreat, my perpetual haven.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

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Ye Path of Yore

Ye Path of Yore

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~Ye Path of Yore~

‘Neath the jewels of crescent moonbeams
Cunning witches softly play
Stirring vessels of old wisdom
As the darkness steals away

Twisted sheafs and rose-hipped sonnets
Lilac moons and inky rooks
Stimulate their sylvan spirits
By the leaves of timeless books

Solitude and Mother Nature
Cloak them on ye path of yore
As they dance the jig of living
Bound to Nature ever more

Upon the sight of day-blind stars
Dear sisters gracefully unfurl
To fill the hours of their solace
Brightening a blackened world

And those who walk the path in secret
Recognise the cunning lore
Returning nods of high approval
As they walk ye path of yore

© 2017 Dashwood, All rights reserved.