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~ Susurrus / Coup de grâce / Quiescency / Ywis ~

Updated on February 7, 2016

~ Susurrus ~


Across withershins of rolling wolds, blushing flesh breathed piquant, attar suggestions of pungent aroma amidst the wych elms, thyrse and woad. Whetted dirks of vert blade, thrust at phantoms of winter's wellaways, piercing pewter skies of aspen shadow. Roman tresses of toasted almond daubed with frosted steel, curtained angelskin, showered in unfulfilled dreams, that fell as crystal petals from the misty mirrors of a human rose.

Pillared surrender of rustic might, cast down by heavn's majestic spear, cudgelled an immovable hillock, whereupon new blooms fringed, with skirts of cloudberry and lashed daisies, whose yellow buttons fastened her ailing heart.

Purple emperors paso dobled to a zither broadcast of larks and meadow pipits, whilst dorty, waif creatures,wandered like curious Saracens, upbraiding the final throes of melting, wintry snow, whose chilled, ivory bonnet returned, to adorn enigmatic mystery.

The promise of life abounded as morning's fovea of archaic sol blinked from an angel's pulpit to stroke the patient visage of thou's beloved with a primrose kiss, wherefore Spring opened a new dossier to record hope, that flowed from the silken thunder of her hidden drum.
Birches of spindled twiglet shook webbed hands with the now, to trade hazel nakedness for yesteryears' technicoloured revelations of attired glory.

Buttercups periscoped 'tween sculptured, withe privet; sun flowers lofty countenance stood guard o'er tiny voles and assorted snuffling things, adding another glowing orb to their miniature world. Honeysuckle proposed wisps of uncorked Elysia, emanating from invisible vials of timelessness, and verily, though she knew it not, today was to unfold as the first day of evermore, dispelling every Fata Morgana hovering abreast maelstroms of impossibility ....." ©


Ye Ende


( Published on social networking site ' FaceBook ' on Thurs. NOV. 19TH, 2015 and previously published as ' Slimderella ' on ' HubPages ', 11TH APR., 2014 ).

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~ Coup de grâce ~

Timorous beams o'er sunbless'd realms,

Weave noontide scenes through undress'd elms;

Escorting dreams via maudlin day,

'Neath silv'ry shadows' uncouth array.

November's splendrous mistral gales,

Floss split-rail gates 'pon sylvan dales;

Thence strafe winged furies' force o' ten,

In rapine howls, thro' strath and glen.

Brumed estuaries draw coastal breath,

In crested surfs o'er froth-spumed death;

Whilst undecked boats of fisher-folk,

Coax salmon threads 'fore blizzards choke.

December lends her chilling hand,

Lo, snuffs new growth 'midst embered land;

Whom sprinkles broth 'cross fetid fen,

Thence waits for summer's liege again. " ©

FIN

( First published on social networking site ' FaceBook ' on MON. 16TH NOV., 2015 ).

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~ Quiescency ~


For the swain who has just escaped the steel embrace of a scarlet reaver...


" Tarry just five more minutes and mock the midnight sol O fortunate son, for she now lives everywhere your heart is not. Dismiss the varlet of your mind's lore to let the language of sophic silence travel at the speed of dark t'ward unreachable heights of unblinkable lights, for nowst reigns the quirked hour, to bury the undertaker of thy chiffony drum ,whose fanfare of liberty hath devoured a soulless dirge.


And let the graveyard clock swing high upon the gallows of night, thence commandeth ghoulish minutes which tick via lofty talisman, bound by obsidian allure, to happen without thee whilst thou's solace tocks in carefree slumbers; let yestreen junctures of summer's dial superimpose autumn's guile and though thouest knitted twilight with vowels and consonants, ye formed a garment too large for her heart to wear; for the robe of affection thee wove, fashioned out of time and threaded with l'amour ought to bedizen another. Now,may you sleep at last, yet again to awaken and tread new crests b'neath morn's clouds, whose teary ghosts haunt dawn's antique eye of ancient report with translucent monacle. Pay heed and attend to the simplicity of how the breeze rustles beyond the murmurring yew; imbibe the crisp air and be glad that you are free, unleashed from fetters of thine own making and no more a bondsman to the whims and vagaries of a maiden's thrall.


Descried, December winds may bite the earth's lungs henceforth, but inside, all is calm as it once was and as it now should be .
Thy tongue was established as a wick of love drawing from the oil of joy given thee by your father; illume the air once more with a selfless flame; pronounce words of fire which today cannot contain, and let their memory endureth where echoes rest abroad cosmic scales that shall weigh the values of discourse thereof, to regale flowering epoch with autoschediastic manumission. " ©


THE END


( First published on social networking site ' FaceBook ' on SAT. 12TH DEC., 2015 ).

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~ Ywis ~



" As her gaze bathed the veins of ev'ry mid-somer leaf,
Dour days saved the pains wrought by memory's grief;
Yet as sunburst sculpted Dawn amidst the twilight of the morn',
Uncurling emeralds wrapped in sight unfurled upon a vanquished night,
When diadem, in darkle turned abroad the tide of mighty cloak,
To burneth secret, sparkle fires within domed mystery, which they stoke,
Thy riddled Belle of slighted love, which made the lofty angels rage
Betook my pen to seweth then, and bled her poem across my page. "

Now:

" 'Neath graceful smile of past's mirage,
Salvation drapes d'ecolletage;
Marooned in't rhymes of quill and ink,
'Pon mortal lines of dream-filled chink,
Belle's soulful gaze takes heav'nly flight,
Thro' tiffany eyne of folded light.

Mute baubles borne of Master's Word,
Aye, may be spied yet be not heard,
Inviteth ye to let us know,
Through darkling, tinct'd with sunset glow,
That captured hearts, apart in love,
Corralled in realms by God above,
Still thrive 'pon stems of unseen vines,
Hark, safely stored for better times. " ©


FIN

( Written on WED. 5TH JAN., 2016 and published on social network site FaceBook on SAT. 8TH JAN., 2016 ).

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    • writinglover profile image

      Jennifer 17 months ago from Lost...In Video Games

      I missed reading your works, RQ! Lovely words!

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      Romeos Quill 17 months ago from Lincolnshire, England

      It's Flasheroo!! :)

      Hey; hope things are going well for you WL; it's been a while since we last spoke and look forward to catching up with a few more of yours.

      Thanks for scooting over and leaving your uplifting words here.

      Gramercy;

      R.Q.

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 17 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Warm Greetings, Romeo. It is good to read your works again - it has been a long time since I last saw you here. I pray all is well with you and yours.

      I feel as if in another place of the distant past when I read your poetry. Your vivid descriptions pull me right into the moment of a poem. Wonderful work. I love it.

      Take care and many blessings to you.

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      Ann Carr 17 months ago from SW England

      Love the feeling of nature, weather and some hope thrown in. Your descriptions always delight and you challenge me with some of the words but that all adds to the mystery of your poems.

      I love these - they evoke such emotions and such wondrous scenery.

      It's great to see you here again and I trust you're surviving the gales and rain up in your neck of the woods. Not too bad here but we're often lucky when others are not so, even with our Somerset floods as our house is above sea level!

      Ann

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      Romeos Quill 17 months ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Phyllis;

      Everything is just peachy over the water here and hope that you yourself are on the up and up still after those health issues you were dealing with.

      Thank you for your kindness, blessings and lovely commentary and glad that the writes were enjoyable for you.

      Kind Regards;

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 17 months ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Good evening Ann;

      Thanks for stopping by to leave your encouragement and patience and happy that some of the concepts the words evoked weren't lost;always glad when readers manage to stay awake until the end :)

      Yesterday was almost like the first day of spring up here but today, forget it.

      Best wishes to you and your family down there in scenic Somerset.

      R.Q.

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      Ann Carr 17 months ago from SW England

      Yes, it's like that here; sun one day, storms the next! Thank you. Have a great week!

      Ann

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 17 months ago from The Caribbean

      Romeos, back to my dictionary but I love the exercise, though I'm not sure I'll be brave enough to use these exotic words. I love the sound of "susurrus." I appreciate how your lines, both prose and poetry demonstrate the titles. Your writings take me into another world--so pleasurable!

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      Randa Awn Handler 17 months ago from USA

      Just came across your Hub! Reminiscent of another more romantic time! Best for 2016!

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      Romeos Quill 17 months ago from Lincolnshire, England

      I guess I made you work for this one MsDora but figure that with a nom de plume such as yours that you wouldn't mind exploring. I think some of the words have been in use est. 900A.D. ; glad that you enjoyed.

      Warm regards to you and your family for a hopefully, stress-free weekend .

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 17 months ago from Lincolnshire, England

      And all the best to you too RandaHandler; appreciate you coasting by for a read. :)

      R.Q.

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      Ann Carr 10 months ago from SW England

      Shyron has asked a question regarding your continuation on HP. I skipped over to your profile and found things much the same, though no new hubs. Here's the link to Shyron's question if you're interested: http://hubpages.com/literature/answer/270490/what-...

      Hope all's well with you up in Lincolnshire. We're in sunny France at the mo, having a break from house renovation. Back to the grindstone soon though!

      Best wishes,

      Ann

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      Romeos Quill 10 months ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Ann,

      Thanks for coasting by and giving me a head's up regarding Shyron's question which I was unaware of until you kindly pointed it out; I'll drop by there now.

      I trust you're having a smashing time in picturesque France you lucky thang and that you eventually manage to get your house just how you want it.

      Much obliged to you and returning best wishes to you and your family for a lovely end of summer break.

      Thank you,

      R.Q.

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      Ann Carr 10 months ago from SW England

      You're very welcome. I've read your comment to Shyron so I'm glad I could help verify that you still existed!!

      Having a wonderful relaxing time with good friends. Back to Blighty soon.

      Ann

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