 |
| Courtesy of Pixabay |
Drifting away into an age of dreams
enchantment under moonbeams
a troubadour singing romantic songs of love
strumming a lute under mystical stars above
casting magical spells, a poet swoons
composing sonnets, words in bloom
plucking daisies he love me,
he love me not....
written for dVerse - Some Enchanted Poem
hosted by De - writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word enchant
Thank you for reading
So lovely.......a magical time!
ReplyDeleteAh the innocence in those early incantations. Great write.
ReplyDelete-Eric
"casting magical spells, a poet swoons
ReplyDeletecomposing sonnets, words in bloom" --yes, that's lovely!
Very nice rhythm to it!
ReplyDeleteLove the visual of the plucked daisies...
ReplyDeleteDe
Very nicely done, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, sweet and especially when thoughts turn to spring [and love.]
ReplyDeleteA magical dream! Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a wonderful dream, I love it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I have missed stopping by and reading your poetry.
ReplyDeleteThat poem is enchanting, True.
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Your words are certainly in bloom with this quadrille. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteLove your lyrical, magical Q!
ReplyDeleteSigh ... this is incredibly gorgeous 💙💙💙
ReplyDelete