Wee kind folk from tales of lore. Under tumuli we rise free spirits in a mountainous glen ; guardians of a gem crown that few have seen, with eyes dark by blades that cut through the night to show the light to find the path away from dark fears to fly to the rising sun gracious for finding a peace never known in tales told eons ago.
I find your poem in early morning a mystical myth, filled with dream powers yet to be in a wonderful land of elves that have fought long and hard to maintain peace of mind that will be if people believe possible. Thank you for your lyrical writing that transcends me to a place I can imagine to be.
Despite being dwarves and perhaps feeling small in the face of these challenges, they hold onto hope for better days ahead! Delightful read this morning Joyce !
What Richard said! “Thank you for your lyrical writing that transcends me to a place I can imagine to be.” I really have no words of my own, Richard’s comment is ✅ this is beautiful work Joyce. 🔥
Wee kind folk from tales of lore. Under tumuli we rise free spirits in a mountainous glen ; guardians of a gem crown that few have seen, with eyes dark by blades that cut through the night to show the light to find the path away from dark fears to fly to the rising sun gracious for finding a peace never known in tales told eons ago.
I find your poem in early morning a mystical myth, filled with dream powers yet to be in a wonderful land of elves that have fought long and hard to maintain peace of mind that will be if people believe possible. Thank you for your lyrical writing that transcends me to a place I can imagine to be.
Aaaaah! Very nice!
Thank you very much 💙💫
Despite being dwarves and perhaps feeling small in the face of these challenges, they hold onto hope for better days ahead! Delightful read this morning Joyce !
Thank you very much, Charlotte 💙💫
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The power of the Dwarf cannot be denied! So sweet, this poem was :D
Thank you Knight 💙💫🌿
Once again, you transport us back in time… beautifully done! ☺️
Thank you, Stone 💙💫
Very evocative. I feel i can smell fir trees. You better not have met the little people without me, Joyce you bugger. 😉Puts me in mind of this;
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/fairies/
I’ll take you along next time, Julie 😊
Beautiful… is it real or a made up world? The pain it transcends feels very much present.
In Tolkien’s ‘The Lord of the Rings’ the dwarves return to their original kingdom under the mountain.
They find it ruined, and they lament how beautiful it once was, how clear the lake was and wholesome the air.
This is a poem reflecting that pain.
What Richard said! “Thank you for your lyrical writing that transcends me to a place I can imagine to be.” I really have no words of my own, Richard’s comment is ✅ this is beautiful work Joyce. 🔥
Thank you so much, Cynthia. Such beautiful comments 💙💫
Happy you appreciate a few words from the elfin world.
I more than appreciate it, Richard. It’s magical, poetic, beautiful. Thank you 💫💙
Thank you… and sadly, you’re right 💙💫