From The Marsh
Hydra
noblest daydream
array of wing
the swamp remains enchanted
when the homeplace is ablaze
and I like the marshes very
I wish Apollo’s grace lingered so nicely
delectation
Dionysus
gallant dreamery
paragon of nests
the bog abode becharmed
when celestial habitat began sparkling
and I cherish the bogs very
I wish the Zeus’ strength paused lovely
indulgence
Bird
magic dreams
host of nests
stay the swamp magically!
when august homeland finishes shining
and I love the swamps absolutely
I wish Hercules’ power whiled so amazingly
silence
The Longing.
The Pindaric ode
You – such a dreamery born from Dionysian odes
like tender day in Your winds – enchanted butterflies
as the Golden Fleece – bewitched in my meek fantasy
august paradise lost is thus found and so dreamy
You lotus-like butterfly you – above volcanos
with wing-bewitchment immortalized in the times
I want to be such you and eternal thankful eyes
a plethora of feelings shines in tender myths lands
I would be magnificent and gorgeous like some ghosts
I will daydream over the soft foggy mournful morns
I long for tenderness of a mayhap dreamy dew
amaranthine but golden muse told me: Let’s go!
dearest butterfly Your blood is like an ambrosia
Your soul seems to be a pretty light eudemonia
Your tender garden is at morning star so moony
Your thoughts are dazzling moonglow awoken from fantasy
I yearn in winter for eternal Horace’s feelings
created born in springtide from the Ovidian songs
I am going to go to Pythia – temple in summer
a naiad becomes for Artemis’ sake muse in fall
About the Poet
Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poem.
He has been published before in Books & Pieces Magazine
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