The Ballad by Pawel Markiewicz

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The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,
like pearl in the deepest marine finery.
She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.
Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle.
The naiad to dearest prentice: >Magical
is a hidden cavity, the wind told me.<
Apprentice: >We are awoken – faraway.
The deathless treasure abides for musing nymphs. <
The naiad went away to the hoary holt.
The pure star of the dear time sparkled for her sake.
She met the bewitched dryad – in tender copse.
The pupil in Magic wrapped in dream alone.
Choir: Naiad be ready to conversation!
About dryad-like secrets full of mettle.
Naiad wanted to speak fondly without woe.
The dryad belonged to her muse-like girlfriends.
Dryad: >I know, where the cave is located.
I am a meek guardian of that mystery.<
She could show the way into the muses-cave,
if naiad enchanted her, with dreamery.
Naiad: >I would say the most Ovidian words.
Immortalize bewitched thoughts! O holt-like owl,
which is over homeland – blooming such star-sparks.<
The dryad was for sentence under a spell.
She showed for naiad, into the hoard – the ways.
Choir: Take you, female in enchantment, this home!
Trainee of magic was simply proud of this.
He wrangled never with charm of the May time.

the paramour – beloved (female)
abide for – wait for (literary)
holt – grove (archaic)
the Pupil in magic – sorcerer’s apprentice, in translation from Goethe
holt-like – forest-like, sylvan

Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetries in many magazines. He writes in English and German.

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