Thursday, 28 April 2016


She alone hears the white whisper 
of the silken spume 
dripping from Aphrodite's skin,
the fluid falling 
of the briny froth that moulded
the curves and waves
of her milky-petalled coronet,
as the Goddess rose into Eos' Gold.

The Divinity's purest Light she shines, 
Her breath of Innocence
sweeter than Chloris' perfumes.
Amid her whorls, Nature reposits 
her florilegium of Peace
by an ivory flame that draws tides
and winds, fire and earth, 
to the Ocean of her soul, merging
their strains into perfect accord.

In her heart, Pardon enfolds rebirth, 
its silver embers afloat 
against Hope's sky declaring its
hues through the Silence that reigns 
over a depurating metamorphosis,
elevating Spirit and Elements 
into a world yet unknown.

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Artist: Elihu Vedder

Tuesday, 26 April 2016


Upon Time's measureless expanse
the Goddess of Love 
laid the triquetra of her dominion,
marrying aeonian
triads of Beauty and Eternity,
bonding Greens and Golds 
of Birth and Hope to Gaia's realm.

Upon Persephone's verdant spreads
Aphrodite bestowed me, 
lambent chalice of celestial longing 
abrim with divine dreams,
upon this fragrant Temple of Chloris 
where the Horae bless
the Goddess and her fruit.

Fair Iris' jewels meld into purest white
in my soul's palette, 
deepening to gilded alabaster 
beneath Apollo's resplendence,
alchemised into nacred silver stippled
with Asteria's brush by the
pearly glow of Selene's archway.

The Spirit's merging with Elysium's light 
I betoken, journeying forward 
into the Circle, my earthly path aligned 
with its Seasons. 
My flame shall grow into the breadth 
of the distant blue, 
spreading into the horizon, 
where Truth sings of Star and Rill, 
of Lark and Sky,

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Friday, 22 April 2016


My ancient rings are still, this Season;
Silence echoes in my heart,
through my green blood
into the wan, wistful wind of Dawn,
beckoning to pure sounds 
lost to this Age,
to one who saw with all her being
past form and front into Light;
she knew that she knew naught, 
for her kind be ever rooted in Knowing,
their thoughts and words blossoms
of the deepest Wisdom 
they glean from earth and sky.
Before her grace 
the Path carved its grooves and curves, 
for she sought its stretches
with her first steps. Her blood sang
the song of Life's River, 
whose strains conduct worthy spirits 
to Truth's threshold,
where Beauty apportions Vision
to spirits who would fulfil Her mission.
Such She calls betimes 
to a greater Birth, to journey back 
to the Beginning. 
And here I bide to tell her tale to all who
pilgrimage to my sanctum, 
weary of man's gilded dominion 
of ire and fear, seeking the music 
of green harps and fluid lutes, 
heeding Polaris' wordless call to worship.

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

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Wednesday, 20 April 2016


A broken note, a whisper and a sigh 
melded in strange harmony 
in the eventide rain, 
a bittersweet trio of Meteor, Twilight 
and grey-white Cloud
amid buttercups, dog violets 
and weeping daisies.

The woods listened, my sisters,
as our mellifluence
watered roots and boughs;
Summer breezes bore our souls' 
offering upon scented staves 
to faraway verdant havens, 
to spirits forsaken as our own,
their heartstrings tuned to a minor key,
seeking Joy's rhythm and colours
in breathing forests, in Nature's shrines
of Mercy and Peace, 
where Earth's own heartbeat 
chimes the hour.

Night enfolded Twilight,
Cloud merged with our Mother,
and I hover upon the fringes
of humankind's realm,
fearful of man's pathway of gold
toward perishment. 
My steps trace Earth's silver song 
to the dark woodland, sisters, 
where our refrain of a broken note, 
a whisper and a sigh echoes yet.

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: MUSIC
Artist: Élisabeth Sonrel

Tuesday, 19 April 2016


Here, our veins clung to
Earth and Flow,
upon this treeless plain 
that mourns 
our unseasonable passing.
A wrathful Tempest's 
dance of death 
rent our green branches,
its viscid steps 
ground our buds into 
sorrow's secret womb 
burrowed into barrenness,
now aswell with phantasms, 
with chimera 
of forbidding shape and
volant shadows that raise 
our fading flames 
into dark animation
as we fall through spaces 
where stars once pulsed.

Here, I drank of the storm's 
inexorable Rage, 
swearing an ageless oath
to the blackened Sky 
and the craven Moon, 
now jubilant, now affrighted,
her enraptured pallor
cowering beyond 
his brooding grey bastions 
that parted ever and anon,
unveiling her deathly glow
that flecked their grim granite 
with plumed marble.
I devoured the savage spirit,
that it may raze 
the baneful green within, 
that it may birth
no more tumult, save the 
maelstrom in my blood,
thenceforth to be subsumed 
into my soul's plains.

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Artist: Félix Resurrección Hidalgo

Monday, 11 April 2016


Through budding portals my spirit
wanders to the green pool 
of our childhood Springs, sister, 
to the vibrant world 
of the woodland's liquid heart 
yet ringing in dreams
with echoes of the Joy that crowns
life's tenderest Season.

Waters that shall anon return 
to the thirsty blue hold discourse
with tomorrow's rain,
with late April's fluid arms that shall 
cradle their emerald treasures, 
our memories of innocence.

Upon these ripples we rode the Moon,
made landfall amid rushes and
dew-kissed lily pads, 
berthed upon grassy banks 
when hope's tides grew too immense 
for wings that had long beaten 
to sombre rhythms. 

A displaced seed of Earth merges with
watered light this Dawn,
its dying germ to nourish the water lily's 
roots, to rise into this Springtide's 
radiance upon her alabaster throat,
as the God's golden rays elevate 
the lightless Moon into her silvern realm 
in an eternal ritual of grace and renewal. 
The Circle breathes, sister,
and therein, you live.

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Artist: George Inness