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Grandeur
- Grandeur -
A Description of a Magnificent Palace on an Alien World…
Thou dost talk of grandeur, mortal? I have once seen it!
Imagine a plain of grass greener than any rich emerald,
Soft as any lover’s touch, beneath skies of lavender hue.
A palace rises from that vast sea of green, on that world,
With mighty gates inlaid with silver, and sapphires blue.
Wooden gates larger than any human portal! There, sit:
Rising like titans from where that sea of green so stirs…
To either side, mighty columns of whitest marble, pale,
With large serpents entwining them, painted in colors…
Green and blue, silver and gold, and in that hidden vale!
In that valley where this lies, the walls of that mansion,
Art like a great circle, broken only by lofty towers high.
From each slender minaret there waves a white pennon,
Softly the winds take them, there where doves oft fly…
Marked with a blood red heart, with a blue eye within.
That is the sign on those flags, such simple decoration!
Inside the palace’s walls, rise structures large and thin,
Their stained windows look upon every single direction.
Stained glass of such artistry, depicting many goddesses,
And gods, and angels and faerie-like beings of beauty…
Grand art those buildings, towering above the fortresses.
Five defenses arranged like a star in perfect symmetry…
At five points around the circular wall of that fair place!
Every dwelling, of that palace, contains arches, domes,
And slender pillars of marble polished whiter than lace.
Hanging gardens canst be seen adorning all the homes,
Wherein, surely, must people of blessedness ever live!
The water that makes the gardens live is carried along,
Pipes and workings, of cunning artistry that doth give:
Water of life unto all the plants and flowers like song!
Like music is given, unto the ears of its’ adoring fans.
Flowers of many colors, like rainbows of living things,
The habitations of songbirds, and dragonflies, and then:
Of hummingbirds too, all of which such beauty brings!
They within those gardens of which I am trying to tell.
Towards the palace’s center is a great rocky mountain,
And built into its’ sides are temples with golden bells…
Massive statues too, and many a lion-headed fountain!
The waters of those fountains pour down to deep pools.
Pools filled with lily pads and cattails, homes to frogs!
Atop the mountain, past where all that water ever cools,
Past the mewing of cats and the barking of playful dogs:
Lies the palace proper, a white marble ziggurat of size.
Seven stories high it rises, and upon it a great temple…
The grandeur of which wouldst make any poet to sigh!
Many arched windows it hath, both ornate and simple.
Columned and domed it is, filled with many statues too,
Of all the queens and princesses who ruled that realm…
Going back generations, into myths believed to be true!
All who walk there wouldst feel entirely overwhelmed.
Around the temple is a great, railed overlook so broad,
That: mighty beasts of burden couldst be accommodated.
And the strength of the stones couldst bear such a load!
Glorious power, the builders are said to hath subjugated.
Seven magnificent double-door portals lead on inside,
Each ornamented with a precious gemstone in the center.
Into the temple itself, where goddess-queens do so abide,
Those silver and gold-etched doors allow one to enter.
Above each such portal, the seals of goddesses carven,
Canst be seen by looking upwards, for such is the scale:
Of that great place of which I speak, mayhap of elfin…
Or angelic creation, beside which human art doth pale!
Atop the highest pinnacles of the temple’s lofty spires,
More pennants like those I spoke of before art waving.
Dragons fly in the skies there, in service to the desires,
Of the goddesses who were: unto their kind oft saving.
Beyond such glories, and of the interior of that structure,
Words wouldst fail me, and so I shall leave it at this…
For already hath I, in words, divine grandeur pictured!
I canst say no more, lest we enter into truly divine bliss.
A Description of a Magnificent Palace on an Alien World…
Thou dost talk of grandeur, mortal? I have once seen it!
Imagine a plain of grass greener than any rich emerald,
Soft as any lover’s touch, beneath skies of lavender hue.
A palace rises from that vast sea of green, on that world,
With mighty gates inlaid with silver, and sapphires blue.
Wooden gates larger than any human portal! There, sit:
Rising like titans from where that sea of green so stirs…
To either side, mighty columns of whitest marble, pale,
With large serpents entwining them, painted in colors…
Green and blue, silver and gold, and in that hidden vale!
In that valley where this lies, the walls of that mansion,
Art like a great circle, broken only by lofty towers high.
From each slender minaret there waves a white pennon,
Softly the winds take them, there where doves oft fly…
Marked with a blood red heart, with a blue eye within.
That is the sign on those flags, such simple decoration!
Inside the palace’s walls, rise structures large and thin,
Their stained windows look upon every single direction.
Stained glass of such artistry, depicting many goddesses,
And gods, and angels and faerie-like beings of beauty…
Grand art those buildings, towering above the fortresses.
Five defenses arranged like a star in perfect symmetry…
At five points around the circular wall of that fair place!
Every dwelling, of that palace, contains arches, domes,
And slender pillars of marble polished whiter than lace.
Hanging gardens canst be seen adorning all the homes,
Wherein, surely, must people of blessedness ever live!
The water that makes the gardens live is carried along,
Pipes and workings, of cunning artistry that doth give:
Water of life unto all the plants and flowers like song!
Like music is given, unto the ears of its’ adoring fans.
Flowers of many colors, like rainbows of living things,
The habitations of songbirds, and dragonflies, and then:
Of hummingbirds too, all of which such beauty brings!
They within those gardens of which I am trying to tell.
Towards the palace’s center is a great rocky mountain,
And built into its’ sides are temples with golden bells…
Massive statues too, and many a lion-headed fountain!
The waters of those fountains pour down to deep pools.
Pools filled with lily pads and cattails, homes to frogs!
Atop the mountain, past where all that water ever cools,
Past the mewing of cats and the barking of playful dogs:
Lies the palace proper, a white marble ziggurat of size.
Seven stories high it rises, and upon it a great temple…
The grandeur of which wouldst make any poet to sigh!
Many arched windows it hath, both ornate and simple.
Columned and domed it is, filled with many statues too,
Of all the queens and princesses who ruled that realm…
Going back generations, into myths believed to be true!
All who walk there wouldst feel entirely overwhelmed.
Around the temple is a great, railed overlook so broad,
That: mighty beasts of burden couldst be accommodated.
And the strength of the stones couldst bear such a load!
Glorious power, the builders are said to hath subjugated.
Seven magnificent double-door portals lead on inside,
Each ornamented with a precious gemstone in the center.
Into the temple itself, where goddess-queens do so abide,
Those silver and gold-etched doors allow one to enter.
Above each such portal, the seals of goddesses carven,
Canst be seen by looking upwards, for such is the scale:
Of that great place of which I speak, mayhap of elfin…
Or angelic creation, beside which human art doth pale!
Atop the highest pinnacles of the temple’s lofty spires,
More pennants like those I spoke of before art waving.
Dragons fly in the skies there, in service to the desires,
Of the goddesses who were: unto their kind oft saving.
Beyond such glories, and of the interior of that structure,
Words wouldst fail me, and so I shall leave it at this…
For already hath I, in words, divine grandeur pictured!
I canst say no more, lest we enter into truly divine bliss.
Published 22nd Nov 2014
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22nd Nov 2014 1:48pm
Such a magical enchanting piece,dear Jessica,a journey to a place beyond words,but familiar,Avalon...
Atlantis.....a vision floating on the waters of creation
Atlantis.....a vision floating on the waters of creation
22nd Nov 2014 11:38pm
I am so happy you liked this magical little poem of mine, big sister! I was indeed channeling thoughts of Avalon, Atlantis, Ys, and other such legendary places when I was creating this epic work. I was going for something alien and dreamlike, but at the same time familiar too, a dream that everyone can relate to and have their breath taken away when they see the grandeur of it. So the title was very apt, considering! :D
23rd Nov 2014 1:09am
You have a wonderfully rich imagination, Jessica. I love castles as well, but mine are crumbling and full of shadows. Shadows with teeth gleaming in the moonlight. These are friends of mine...
Oh, I love crumbling castles too Crowfly! Those have a special grandeur all their own and can be no less magnificent to behold when the moon is pale and high in the heavens, shining down upon the dark battlements and crackled cobblestones. A wolf howls in the distance, bats fly overhead, and when all is quiet then you can hear a solitary owl in the dark forests. Beautiful stuff, although it is beauty of a very different sort is all! I am happy you liked this poem of mine also, Crowfly. Thank you for the compliment as well, that was very sweet! :D
23rd Nov 2014 10:47am
Indeed the grandeur speaks of old adventures...of places lived and discarded by lifetime cycles. A vivid description indeed.:)
23rd Nov 2014 10:34pm
Well said, Grace, and beautifully stated too my dear friend! Indeed, sometimes the most beautiful of all art can be created from the things that we remember of old adventures, lifetimes, and grand memories of even grander things. Such is the power of inspiration! :D
