Achanae, in sheer golds and greens
Do you still linger there for me?
Your palla the colours of your isle
Your promise to bide, if for a while
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Whilst I wander ever south and west
At whim and wonder’s soft behest
With they two lovers, surely you know
Any return to your isle must be slow
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Yet of you, Achanae, I often think
Upon rising and laying down to sleep
Of golds and greens amid olive trees
And of dark tresses left long and free
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So linger Achanae, linger for me
Thus paying a homage to my dream
Of your scented arms, of your eyes
Hesitating, then bold and bright
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Linger, maiden, out on your isle
As I roam without counting the miles
Perhaps to appear again one day
Should my feet no longer wish to stray
Together, these poems tell the story of Achanae and Ania
© 2012 Elizabeth Cook
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This is lovely. I love the images you’ve painted with your words 🙂
Thank you very much! It is part of a mythos for my world-building
Another wonderful work of literary art, Lily. Words are definitely your paintbrush.
I must confess to being somewhat challenged when it comes to “linking” and other processes on WP but I want to thank you so much for honoring my humble blog with the award you have sent to me. Thank you so much !!!
Paul
Thank you, Paul 🙂 It’s taken me a while to get a hang of the linking – you’re welcome!
Lily
Beautiful words. Well-written !
I will be visiting your blog more often 🙂
Thank you, I appreciate you visiting and commenting!
Lily
Another excellent and beautiful work! I subscribed – you, my dear, deserve wider recognition! Beautiful…
You comments have really brightened my morning – I appreciate it a lot 🙂
Lily