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Walpurgis Night - Walpurgisnacht, Valborgsmässoafton, Vapunaatto, Volbriöö


One flake has died last night, the second one appears;
I see across my sight, just loss of winter … dear

Under my feet the soil burned and water flew;
my heart was hit by dreadful drops some time she knew

The trees upon my head sent poisoned twigs and warm
their flesh, which rapidly killed the coldest fear

Wolves that roar in darkness will quake entire nature,
though ghosts got stir in night by dancing witches’ venture

The dead embrace the living, bonfires are prepared –
through veins, the dark is bleeding and all the souls are scared

Straight to the hill I follow the grass tied up surreal,
which humps the tracks that swallow our souls which cannot deal

Just there, beneath the stronghold, we all have reached with thousands;
and smoke unfold the secret moon in our barely hands

The pagan rites discovered the ecstasy, the fly
of good has broadened across the universe away

Runes retrieved by Odin will sent us in dimensions
of time and space, within some infinite vibrations

The Brocken Mountain sleeps, inside his spectre shadows
of mystic gods were moved in caves, by foggy meadows

The day when Adolf’s death brought fear, he prepared
from dimness world the demons … strongly felt unfair

We have met together and all started to sing
about Walpurga Saint, about the wind of spring

The youngest will collect the greeneries and branches,
to make the fire hit into the sky in stances

The thousands masks and witches will follow straight the whispers,
that fell down wild in pieces from cosmic widespread triggers

The lavish table’s food, the silver cups; the mind away
that mixes – white wine with music … I felt inside today

They all spent blissful hours, and drank, and sang, and pray,
and jumped in ancient towers, ‘cause feelings won’t betray

But dawn in haste appears and perfect night will hide
her ropes inside our tears, that died perhaps in pride

The elder trees got flowers and breeze their scent has spread,
I pass above the birth of spring … leaving straight ahead!

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Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 11 months ago

“One flake” was all that

"One flake" was all that I needed to tune into you and your gorgeous poem. Glad you're here... ~Anna p.s. know of a poet/astronomer by the name of Andrei Dorian Gheorgi? I have some poetry published. You might want to look him up.
Marius Surleac

Marius Surleac

17 years 11 months ago

Thank you Anna!

Hi Anna! Thank you very much for your kind comments. I am glad to find out about your opinions on my text. About Andrei Dorian Gheorghe I didn't of him before, but now I searched the internet and found him, great writer. Best wishes, Marius
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Alobar

17 years 11 months ago

These are haunting images,

These are haunting images, you paint spectacular pictures. The poem slips in and out of rhyme, and the rhythm seems a little unsteady, but at the same time that seems to work. I do have to wonder though, if the poem might be improved by making the rhyme scheme more rigid: some of the lines just sung right off the screen-- The lavish table’s food, the silver cups; the mind away that mixes – white wine with music … I felt inside today They all spent blissful hours, and drank, and sang, and pray, and jumped in ancient towers, ‘cause feelings won’t betray But dawn in haste appears and perfect night will hide her ropes inside our tears, that died perhaps in pride But lines like this jar-- The trees upon my head sent poisoned twigs and warm their flesh, which rapidly killed the coldest fear (I speak solely of the rhyme, the imagery is absolutely excellent) And there's a few places where maybe another beat here, one less there, I think, would make this poem tighter, more effective. Maybe not though, maybe the effect you are going for is in the way it is layed out, maybe if I heard your read, your cadence, it would all make sense, but as it stands, it just seems a little choppy. Nevertheless, some fine, fine images, and a very strong write. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)
Marius Surleac

Marius Surleac

17 years 11 months ago

thank you Alobar

Hi Alobar Thank you very much for your feedback. Indeed I saw that those two lines, especially the second stanza, jars and the poem doesn't have a continuously flow, maybe because of the dimension. Who knows, but much of the lines goes well when I read them with a slower speed. I will try to improve that stanza. Also, I wanted not to go very continuously because I wanted to express exactly the ritual of Walpurgis Night. This poem is not like the other one of mine "The Scream" - where the rhyme and the rhythm flow perfectly without hesitation. Finally, thank you very much for your opinions and I'll think about. Best regards, Marius