Lyonesse

Lost world beyond the edge
of all we thought we once knew
where few lingering dreams remain;
hills and vales of youthful abandon,
streams and clear Spring rivers flow,
memories etched on spiral carved stones,
still standing proud through millenia of turmoil,
timid roebucks, comely muse and maiden smiles,
life and laughter at a slower, a gentler, pace,
real-time conversations with sprites and undines,
myriads and wood nymphs...
A single shadow spire reaches up,
reminds passsing ocean vessels
of something lost for now.

Timely Reminder:

If you elect a baboon
you can expect monkey business..

Frightening Haiku:

Bush; a daddy's boy
Leader of the free world?
Seems too simian

Stark warnings,
forlorn in global stormy nights.
Snakes in grass long since unmown,
dreary daylight dreams dissolve,
as gentler musings re-appear.
Close to where the afternoon
touches first on anxious evening,
thoughts of mellow meandering turn
outward fear to inward bliss..

Dream, eat, sleep and be merry,
this mad old world will yet be turning,
Dust and daylight, dizzy dreams
all is not what you perceive..

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'Tis a strange new world
that has such beings in it..

Novice blogger makes a start,
Eager to reach out..
Unite what once was far apart,
Write, conversely stout..

Let's see what this blogging is all about then. Just read an article in The Times saying it's big, bad and beautiful, so here goes. By way of introduction I'll refer you to my domain website at:
www.richardvanderdraaij.co.uk

I'll be in touch!

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