Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Elen of the Ways: A Poem
Decorating her in misty garments
And it was then one misty morning
I met her Milady Elen of the Ways.
Down the old forest tracks I wandered
In and out of the secret ways I went.
And there She stood the one I sought
Flame haired Milady Elen of the Ways.
My search had been long and twisted
Clouded by mist like the land itself
My spirit yearning for what it knew not
Till I saw Milady Elen of the Ways.
Then she faded into the morning mists
Will you not stay? I asked.
Will you not follow? Her reply.
My enigmatic Milady Elen of the ways.