A Yule Dream Remembered 2009
Last night I dreamt that I awoke
And watched the sunrise red and gold
Icicles shimmered but did not drip
Snow covered the fields the forest
All was still and crisp
The Lodge stirred with life
A Royal Yule hunt was afoot
Abigail helped my dressing
Broke my fast on bread with cheese
Drank deeply of strong hot mead
Hounds gave voice and fed
Then readied for the chase
Horses saddled and steadied
Straining and pulling at the bit
The bitter air was ripe and rich
Alexander appeared and mounted
A stallion white and true
He signalled the start
Loud horns and trumpets blew
And away they raced by horse or foot
The party vanished from view
And we excitedly withdrew
Or rather the scene shifted
As in dreams they do
To the hot heart where cauldrons brew
Roasting steaming baking
Turning glazing basting
Ales mead foreign wines
Nuts and berries golden pies
Fit to feed the Royal horde
Then once more a sideways skew
A hall filled with smoke and fire
Laughter ringing goblets’ chatter
Tables laden trestles bowing
Lords and ladies scraping sowing
Storyteller juggling
Harps flutes drums all dancing
Sorrow speeches praises given
Heroes lauded handed honours
All endeavours by song saluted
That night I dreamt that I awoke
And watched the sunrise red and gold
Icicles shimmered but did not drip
Snow covered the cars and houses
All was still and crisp
love and light
Lindsey
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3 comments:
fantastic image
This is brilliant - love the story, imagery and the rhythm. xxx
Thanks for the comments - kinda confirmation of successful communication as well as the ego stroke! This poem was a strange departure for me having never been into hunting or horses, indeed some would tell you the exact reverse, anyway this was the dream I had and it was all too palpable to be sure which age was indeed the real dream!
Hugs Lindsey
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