We sojourn on between the moons
climbing full and white and bright and clear
but still the dark I feel is near
though here there is more luminous light
where comes the song of ancient sprites
wandering through shade, illuminating sight,
nearby, a diamond girl shimmers and glows,
ensorcelling face, radiant clothes,
her tongue sings music of forest and glen
urging spring and summer, again, again,
and time is endless here and always
with shadows splashed by sun-shining blazes
and roses bloom with sweet perfume
like golden apples of the sun, yet unconsumed
and gleaming, Earth seesaws now between beginning and done,
we’re dreaming, spindrift from slipstream, time’s run

Odilon Redon, Beatrice,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Day 29, WaPoWriMo. The penultimate day. The prompt was to take a word or phrase from a favorite poem, free associate, and then write a poem. I took some words and phrases from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle and went from there.
I’ve borrowed an image idea–using one that is similar to the one Jane Dougherty used in her dreamy vision–because I thought this golden Beatrice fit the poem. So thanks, Jane. 😉
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