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[aid] => mick
[title] => Shiver
[time] => 2009-06-01 16:05:14
[hometext] => My natal day looms, and as it so often happens, I reflect....
[bodytext] => Shiver It happened one night when the moon was a sliver I slipped from this realm with a sigh and a shiver My room dropped away and the stars became so bright As I moved through the clouds getting smaller and light Though my arms did not move I still flew through the sky Racing upward to touch the moon as I passed by Before I was ready to, I slowed to a stop And land replaced the heavens with a small loud pop I found myself sitting to the right of a mound Surrounded by twinkling and golden colored sound The greens were so vibrant, and the blues were so rich That I pushed to my feet to explore every inch I brushed off my nightgown, peered back to the woodland Then boldly walked forward past root, leaves and garland As I passed through that curtain and into the tor I was startled to find a grand clearing and more The walls they were gilded, and the floor soft and plush The breath I’d been holding was exhaled in a rush All through the room, upon columns of spun diamonds There glowed candle flames dancing, numbered in thousands In the middle of this wonder sat a great throne And on the top of that dais, She sat all alone Quite tiny of stature with a smile full and clear She clapped her hands together, then beckoned me near Her skin was translucent, an ivory so light Delicate as a moth’s wing flying through the night Huge violet eyes in a face that was exquisite Glowed with welcome at my ignominious visit She wore robes of deep blue and kirtle of crimson I felt rather awkward in my worn white linen As if She had heard me, though I spoke in my head My nightclothes were replaced by a gown of brick red Holding my head high, I took the last steps swiftly And as I reached her feet, I dropped a deep curtsey. My heart it was pounding and my chest felt so tight As She reached down to raise me up to my full height Where before it was empty, the room was now filled And small faery-like creatures now wandered and milled With my hand in hers, She led me to her throne Where a second now sat, made of dark polished stone And though now there were many a soul in this room All talking soon ceased making it quiet as a tomb. Her voice bright as crystal, despite the tears she cried She bid me sit beside her as she smiled with pride With knees that were shaking, I did as I was told And sat in that chair though I thought it too bold The gold crown that appeared then on top of my head Proclaimed to one and all that for this I was bred Sister of The Moonlight, and lost from this grand place Queen of Sun and Daylight, returned now to her grace To a man the crowd did take to each a knee For The Sisters once more reigned together and free As for my mortal life, that I have left behind This change is good and just, not some dream so unkind So remember me well, and though I loved you each My life was not my own there, of this I beseech I will always miss you, some more than I can bear But my sister’s been pinning and she needs me here And though I will mourn you, I’ll remember you well But the time has now come for me to say farewell. ***Additional author's note*** This is only a piece of fiction....just a story, but if there is any truth in, perhaps it is, that we should each embrace that which we were born to be and what we were made to do and stop trying to be things that we are not. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 485 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Loende [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 21 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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