The Lake in Winter

Like diamond dust across the lake
When winter sweeps from the northwest,
There all the leaves and grass to take,
While all of summer's creatures rest.

The snow drifts on the forest's fen,
At night the moon's a brilliant cream,
Here ghostly creatures come again
From out a realm of potent dream.

Here on this icy lake are seen
That ancient royal retinue,
Of princesses and their tall queen,
Upon the lake ice purple-blue.

And dancing in the nearby glade,
A gypsy waves her tambourine,
Of silver light and foam she's made,
Her lips once painted tangerine.

Deep in the forest's dark, cold heart,
A sorceress moves swift and sure,
In Love she practiced every art,
She is the ghost king's paramour.

Within the sky's huge starry vault
The pendant moon leers down alone,
The snow as pale as new sea salt,
That covers every leaf and stone.

Like diamond dust across the lake
When winter sweeps from the northwest,
There all the leaves and grass to take,
While all of summer's creatures rest.




Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2009-11-19 at 18:51

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Rob Graber
The iambic tetrameter and abab scheme work great for this eerie vision! I like especially line 8, with its archaic deletion of "of" after "out."
2009-11-19


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Poe-etic. Reminds me of some of EAP's more melodious works, and carries the etherial, mystical air of them. Were it painted it would be ice-blue. Very captivating.
2009-11-19