Lady of the Autumn Woods

[thegitksan]

Sonnet written to honour a goddess of autumnal woods
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She hides amongst the leaves of burnished gold,
her shivered word aloft on icy breeze:
a riddle made of astral filigrees,
trailed by dreams enwrapped in copper cold.

She wanders lost in memories of light
remembering the wild abandonment
of dances coarse: lubricious sacrament
to summer's lovers lost to frosty night.

She stops and stands, her softly spoken sighs
emitting warmth enough to start the smoke
of fires first fanned by sylvan pagan folk.
She stops. She stands. A flickering in her eyes.

An ancient bonefire sputters where she stood:
the lady of the golden autumn wood.

[Dark Muse]

This is beautiful with some lovely vivid imagery

[PrinceMyshkin]

How gracefully you employ the sonnet form! So much so that one can attend to the beauty of the scene rather than whether you are being faithful to the restrictions.

[Countess]

I love it!

[MorpheusSandman]

A truly wonderful sonata! I really love that form anyway, though I fear the two I tried don't even approach the eloquence and beauty of yours. Just two notes:


a riddle made of astral filigrees,
trailed by dreams enwrapped in copper cold.

The second line cuts off the head of the first foot. "And" would work just fine to fill it in.


She stops. She stands. A flickering in her eyes.

The easiest way to fix the meter here is the old classic way of cutting out the vowel syllable (is there a term for this?): "flick'ring"

[symphony]

How very lovely and liquid!