In this poem Lilliandil/Ramandu's Daughter wakes up early one spring morning and opening the curtains looks out the window

Morning Thoughts

I open up my window
And let in the morning light
I breathe the fresh morning air
Still filled with the remnants of the night

The sun’s early rays are glistening
And the dew reflects the her rays
How glad I am to be live and breathe
On this wonderful spring day

I look over and smile
And the sleeping form on the bed
I can’t believe it only a few months
Since the day that we were wed

I feel like we been together
Since the start if time
It seems I cannot remember a moment
When I was not his, nor he mine

He is smiling in his sleep
A lock of hair fallen out of place
And how gently in adorns
His sleeping, resting face

The sun begins to light the room
Outside the larks cheerily cry
And he stirs and looks at me
With happy, yet sleepy eyes

I believe it was for that smile
With which he blesses my every day
That I left the home where I had lived
And came to this land so far away

Well the morning has come at last
The room is filled with golden sunlight
Time for my dreamy thoughts to end
And start the day with joy and delight

Hey wild rose,

I continue to enjoy reading your fine poems. I look forward reading more. Fine job.

Windsong

thanks Windsong

well spring seems to be having a bad effect on me I'm a Lucy+Tirian supporter so I wrote this sonnet as if from Tirian when he first saw Lucy. It's a Shakespearean Sonnet (following an abab cdcd efef gg rhyme pattern) and I wrote it in Shakespearean language for the fun of it. It's the first 'love poem' I have ever written

Sonnet to Lucy
I read of thee in books of old
But ne’er did I expect such a lovely face
Innocent as I ever did behold
Full of gentleness, poise and grace
Thy face does shine with unearthly glow
Little wonder thy name means ‘light’
Thy skin fair, as soft winter snow
Thine eyes pure and clean and bright
Like soft silver bells, thy voice rings
Refreshing the air, like gentle summer rain
I pray, let not thy voice to cease
Let it flow from the lips from whence it came
Such pureness I have ne’er yet seen
And forever thou hast smitten me

Dear wild rose,

You wrote a wonderful sonnet. I am very impressed that you challenged yourself to write with such depth and passion. Very impressive.

Cheers!
Windsong

thank you Windsong

I'm sure you all remember the little squirrel who was wishing for spring, well at last spring has come, after 100 years of winter the spell of the Witch is breaking with the arrival of the future kings and queens of Narnia

A Wish Come True
I can’t believe my very eyes
What a wonderful glorious surprise
Yesterday everything was white
Today the snow is disappearing from sight
Is it really? Can it be?
Or are my eyes deceiving me
But no I look around and it is true
For my mother sees it too
This means that the power of the evil queen
Is increasingly, steadily weakening
This must mean that Aslan has returned
To restore peace to our world
And when the Witch is defeated at last
This time of horror will be past
And the kings and queens will reign
In a new and golden age
Oh what a joyous day for me
At last, at last, it is spring

I enjoyed your poem about the little squirrel who longs for the spring. The poem has good meter and verse. Another fine effort,

Windsong

thanks so much Windsong
I haven't written poetry in a while cause I've been very busy but here is a little something I scratched down in the middle of school work

Sunrise in Narnia

Slowly, ever so slowly
The shadows take their leave
And the night, though still desperately clinging
Knows he must soon retreat

The forests are a glow
With the light of the rising sun
And the forests, bathed in gold
Rejoice that night is done

Dear wild rose,

I really enjoyed reading your poem of the sunrise. Your words vividly describe the transformation of how the night surrenders itself to the day.

Another fantastic effort,

Windsong

thanks actually that poem was inspired by the sunrise I watched on Easter Sunday

This is the beginning of a very long ballad that I wrote yesterday (also during school time, I usually seem to get the insperation at a very inappropriate time ) I will be posting a piece of it for three days
Anyone who knows me knows I am a huge fan of sad love stories but I like them to have some sort of meaning as well. This ballad was inspired by a piece of music I was listening too by 'Nuttin but Strings', I thought it reminded me of a a couple saying goodbye to one another, never to see each other again. Another source of insperation was the birch park near my home

Little Note: This ballad rather sad, it is about a dryad torn between her attraction to a Calormene and her loyalty and devotion to Aslan.

The Ballad of the Calormene and the Dryad

In the magical land of Narnia
Deep within the forgotten wood
You’ll find an entrance to a tunnel
Where an Ivory Tower once had stood

She looked at him, then lowered her eyes
He soothingly said “you need not fear me”
She paused a little then replied
“I am the dryad of a tree”

wow wild!!!!! you're on a roll! good job with all of these poems!

"Sunrise In Narnia" is my favorite thus far I can picture everything the poem describes when I am reading it

thanks Libby

here's part two of the Ballad of the Calormene and the Dryad

He gazed at her a little longer
And at last she lifted her eyes
"Who are you?" she gently asked
"A stranger here," He replied

"What is your answer?" he said at lenth
For she had made no reply
She looked at him a while longer
And from her lips escaped a sigh

here's the third and final part

"I could never leave my wood"
"Of course you can," he argued
She shook her head, "I never could"

"But perhaps, if you only will"
"There is a different way"
"I will not go with you"
"But perhaps you could stay"

"What stay here!" he said in shock
"Never ask such a thing of me"
"I will never abandon my prince"
"To him I swore my loyalty"

"And I will not go with you"
The dryad said and looked away
"For I believe in Aslan"
"But it is to Tash your people pray"

The Calormene shook his head
"So you believe in Aslan too?"
"In that hidious king of beasts"
"Tell me, how on earth can you?"

"Oh do not speak of Aslan so"
The dryad earnestly did plead
"And why not" the Calormene laughed
"I will say of Him what I please"

"I am a faithful son of Tash"
"To the Tisroc is my loyalty"
"And I hate the lion Aslan"
"With all the might inside of me"

The dryad sadly dropped her head
As tears formed in her eyes
"My dear Calormene, the time has come"
"For you and I to say goodbye"

"Though I have become fond of you"
"You hate Him, whom I love"
"And though on the outside you are fair"
"I see now what you soul is made of"

The Calormene opened his mouth
But the dryad shook her head
"You are a faithful Calormene"
"And I a loyal Narnian" she said

She turned to leave, but extended her hand
"Perhaps, perhaps you might still stay?"
But he indignatly shook his head
"Either you with me, or we part ways"

And so she sadly turned to go
He watched her in the setting sun
At the bend she paused a moment
Gave one last look, and then was gone

Dear wild rose,

You have outdone yourself with these last three poems. I could visualize everything that you wrote. Your words were as soft as a gentle wind
caressing the face of the reader as they are taken on a journey to a place that we only know in our dreams.

You are a gifted writer. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.

Windsong

thank you so much Windsong

This poem is about all the brave warriors of Narnia who fought at the First Battle of Beruna

They May Have
They may have feared on that day
But they raised their banners high
The price, they were willing to pay
Even if they would have to die

The Battle of Beruna was won that day
The Narnians all did cheer
How glad that they had put their faith in Aslan
And did not submit to their fear

Hey wild rose,

One can almost hear the faint cadence of beating drum when reading this poem. Your rhyme scheme is strong at is always is and your words resonate the message of victory in your poem.

Great job,

Windsong