Beneath the Elfin oak I fantasise
Of eons past before the dawn of man
When visionary fairy folk began
A monument to Luna, old and wise.
By flood of moonbeam - liquid, crystalline -
They danced and offered homage to their queen.
Aloft in velvet cosmos - stark, serene -
The mighty goddess watched them build her shrine.
As stone by stone, the stately megalith grew,
The worshippers rejoiced with wine and food.
By subtle scent of sacred sandalwood
They showered the sight with blooms of rainbow hue.
Today, their tribute stands so proud, erect -
Stonehenge, designed by eerie architect.
Written in 1997 in response to a writers' challenge on 'fantasy'.
Iambic pentameter, woo-hoo!! Just a quick post this morning and it's off to my son's footy game. Damn, my husband needs the modem for work again ... hard to type quickly with a scaly-breasted lorikeet sitting on your hand!!
some1else
Nice, long enough, didn't see the ending coming. I like it.
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I have a historian friend who is in to lots of fairy (and other mythical) stuff - would it be okay if I sent him a copy of this, or would you rather I didn't?
And the rhyming pattern is interesting, but that might be because it's probably the first non-Shakespearean style sonnet I've read
(oh, also, just to say that if you hit the 'reply to comment' button then I'll get an email telling me you've said something to me specifically)