- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Pan's pipes
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Pan’s pipes fill the forest primeval
Moonlit maidens dance to his tune
Goddess’ gathered beneath mother Earth’s canopy
While warlocks chant a spell of renewal.
Instinctual, carnal
primordial passions build
Limbs entwine
Power surges
Urging souls embrace
Nature’s communion
Worship power’s source
Coursing through their veins
The heat and longing of the ages
Witches weave, warlocks writhe
Sisters and brothers
Celebrating the mother
Blessed be.
- COMMENTS
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agofor the wonderful poem. Paints a wonderful picture of Pagan celebration. Well done.
WickedEvealmost 20 years agoI read the poem first, comments, then I respond. So, I see that forest primeval also didn't work for someone else. Try reading it without primeval. It flows much better.
Still, a very nice poem. Thank you!
bluerainsalmost 20 years agoflow and I liked the thoughts behind the message....thanks...blue
YDDalmost 20 years agoThe poem flows
well aided by
similar sounds.
I only object strongly
to "forest primeval".
