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  • D.F.Russell
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    The Willow in the Dell

    Drawn, but fitfully I drowsed
    'neath the willows' summer gown
    on moss fragrant and soft
    as rare and eldritch eiderdown.

    The soothing susurration
    of the stream through the dell,
    summoned dreams like a wraith,
    rising, from the depths of a well.

    Half mazed there I lie sleeping
    'midst visions softly creeping
    loosed from my conscious mind's safekeeping
    'neath the willow in the dell.

    Scenes of slaughter, scenes of laughter,
    scenes to titillate a pastor,
    passing fast and ever faster
    than mortal man could tell.

    Apace the voices swell:
    once whispers, now clanging bells.
    No more pain, no more toil,
    no more battle therein embroiled.

    Let slip the mortal coil,
    your earthborn woes dispel
    and forever herein dwell
    'neath the willow in the dell.

    "Elsbeth," fell voices cajoled,
    "once again yours to hold;
    your life's breath forever
    and worldly wealth untold."

    But the Deceiver speaks to beguile;
    honeyed words to masque the bile
    of deeds aphotic and foul:
    malice with a harlequin's smile.

    And dreams however bidden
    nor celandine or gold's glisten
    could ne'er restore the maiden
    deep within my heart riven

    Dully thence came I waking
    blood pounding, but dread abating
    alone and quite forsaken
    'neath the willow the dell.

    A lurid moon cast shadows darkling
    through the stillness of the glade
    yet gamboled o'er the stream, sparkling,
    to the tinkling that it made.

    And I walked away in silence
    with a sadness I could not quell;
    still hearing the wind whisper "Elsbeth,"
    through the willow in the dell.

    Raleigh, NC
    Last edited by D.F.Russell; 12-30-2014, 12:01 PM.