Bodies of Ivy

Bodies of Ivy rule over the kingdoms luxuries as the Queen looses herself
Deep within the reminiscence of her presence elemental; they the spirits
Of the forest contain a beauty eternal – yet still they keep exposed a temper
Temperamental. They worshipped their ancient mothers with the passion they shared with their lovers. If made to cry they would hide their sighs from Father Sky.
Seeking knowledge of Karma tides. Under the skirts of Old Mothers they hide,
Biding their time with patient pride.

Taking the form of Elves in the presence of Merlin. They are awaiting still a hero
Mortal travelling lonesome throughout the glen – those mortals who would so often
Fall into a maddened Love surreal. Imprisoning their lovers within the chains of oblivion
They sink; Prince Paladins into an eternal sleep internal. Keeping safe the memory of
Their homelands –
Doubly lost within a labyrinth of Ivy as ‘Eternity challenges the sandglass.’

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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