Unbroken road hast led me sagely warm, trails led east to feast upon the chill sweetmeat of me, Thou shall not tender foist mine hand awry, t’were it not, no less, for newness.
In mind of stony sojourn stippling wings; and what sweeps soft-smooth to the burrowed and Hollowed, O moribund death! doth winter chill, and yielding thee, under ring’d crow-blanched land, Thou not lose sight as the vixen chancing, as far horizons bend little glance, a dance of pivot, of joy.
Trees, said yew, and oak that falls on hard knees, timely wills are broken, down to old bees That teem with gold to catch a falling star; and in seek of dancing tongues compass far, beyond, Before and done, and death become thee.
O evergreen! thine lovely shrills and plucks of earth, to prove and coddle bluer luck; go, go and
Catch (your star), what is left of glowing wood.
© Eve Redwater 2012
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Absolutely beautiful Eve – from another age – true, true mastery of the language !!
Steve, thank you for reading this!
This is lovely, Eve,. and can’t help thinking of the Bard with your language choice…tho it still is yours!
Thank you! It’s all the Hopkins I’ve been reading – finally discovered my love for language, hehe~
ah nice…great nature capture in a finely balanced voice..esp. loved the oak that falls on hard knees… what an image…
Thank you very much Claudia, I’m glad you like that line.
smiles…this is lovely…dfe your language choice sends one toward more romantic times….off to catch my star…smiles…
Hehe, thank you Brian! Let me know when you catch it.
Truly amazed at this loveliness, Eve…your words seem of a different time. Thank you so very much for the share!
Thank you so much for reading! It’s nice to experiment with styles every once and a while.
oh, this is radiant and rich. mmmm
Jane, thank you!
At first blush it seemed as though you were using some sort of cut-and-paste method to string together such unexpected words, but on closer reading, your choices reveal themselves to be deliberate… and delicious.
Thanks Gabriel
Great! It reads like a song
Thank you Frederick!
Yes, it really is old tyme, like the Bard himself. Lovely.
Thank you for saying so.
“timely wills are broken, down to old bees That teem with gold to catch a falling star” gorgeous!
Thank you Laura – my love for all things bees coming through there!
That really is something.
Thank you for reading my poetry.
i lean into the sounds of your poem spoken, and my ears are truly delighted
David in Maine USA
Thank you David! I always love reading your haiku, there something else!
Eve, I love this path your poetry is taking. It’s quite mysterious and I love the more old-fashioned language- the place it takes me when reading. It really suits your subjects, I think. I always relish your word choices…great to read.
Emma, thank you for reading! I think this style of poetry really is closest to my heart; I’m till working on style, etc., but it’s this kind of writing that makes me happiest.
Much skill with words see I here.
Humbled my comment be brief.
Thank you, Rosie! Brief but full of warmth – I’m really happy.
Such gentle words…so beautiful.
I appreciate you reading this Scott, thanks!
It was my pleasure, Eve.
“bees That teem with gold”, picking up double meaning for “teem”–
peaceful style of expression, Eve; indeed very nice…
Thank you very much Lindy!
Eve, this poem is sensational! Your truly honing in on the sound play. While suiting the imagery harmoniously. It is all comes together with mastery. Bravo!
I’m doing my best! I till have a ways to go, but it sure is fun getting there.
Well sunshine, that should be ninety nine percent of the journey – the getting there:) Enjoy every minute.
Your words dance on the screen in a most gentle and graceful way Eve, not just in this poem but in all your posts. Thank you.
Thank you ever so much for saying so, Rick! Lovely of you to visit too.
Smiles all round for me!
Everything about this piece is wonderful. Great work, Eve!
Thank you Millie! Loving your illustrations and poetry – I envy your drawing skill, it’s awesome.
You weave words with glowing threads, Eve, so that they convey the meaning of their look and sound as well as creating the whole picture of the piece. I love the conclusion:
‘O evergreen! thine lovely shrills and plucks of earth, to prove and coddle bluer luck; go, go and
Catch (your star), what is left of glowing wood.’
So much of your work begs to be read aloud!
*blushes* Thank you Diane!
I’m still working on sounds, rhythm, etc… but I’m happy you read them aloud! I’d love to hear it somehow~
Absolutely beautiful, as per usual.
Thanks ever so much!
Hopkins redux – love the use of sagely here. k.
Thank you K!