Monday 16 November 2015


BEAUTY V


She paints the Dawn, ardent as Spring's
thrush, her godly brush flitting
as a note from Calliope's own lyre,
gliding at the pace of Summer's ripening
over fragrant grapes nestled
in Apollo's palms, their blood, redolent of
his vaulted realm, soon to grace
his Golden bowl.

Hovering hues weep and laugh through
her luculent meditations with
strokes and stains, silhouettes and shapes,
as she sways and twirls
to the rhythm of the Horae's song, kindling
turbulence and peace alike 
within Life and Being, for she is Nature's
second Soul, shining beyond the confines
of her mutable vessel.

At her feet the Nymphs and Muses kneel,
as their favoured children
of Parnassus and Earth, as with her sister
Truth she pens silver reams, 
these to adorn Time's sacred Book of Days.
Her luminous legacy she gives
unto Eternity, this omnipresent fount that
soothes the stricken spirit,
opens mortal eyes to wonder and divinity. 

© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: JOYOUS SUMMER
Artist: Philip Hermogenes Calderon 

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