When dreams come true (Fantasy poetry and prose)

The Spellcaster’s bane
Where dreams and nightmares are shared
At reality’s end

The time was ripe
The portends aligned
Evening stars sparkled with auspicious glee
And the air thrummed with a savory taste
Our hands were linked in a vespers of incantation
Seeking the blip between two worlds,
The one we live in, so beleaguered
And the one of dreams, so beguiling
Desperation drove us
garnished with the soulful melody of freedom
Plunging us pell-mell into adventure
Into a world of fantasy

I stood in a meadow of fluorescent crocuses, beautiful and gleaming
But to my right, twined thorned vines of devil’s snare, hiding beneath a canopy of elder trees
Such splendour amidst danger

How clear the water in that river gleamed!
A glint of gillyweed in the deeps
and a happy glimpse of mimbletonia in the shallows
Yet further up river a grotesque boat drifted, the ferryman of the styx searching for sacred drachmas
Fear misting in his wake
Such horror amidst wonder

I bowed to a Griffin that rejected me
But Pegasus flew down, and took me to the skies
over gardens of Belladonna and mandrakes half buried
Past henbane, yarrow and nightshade we hurried
Did I see Luna’s dirigible plums
beside the intuitive ferns from the realms of the mist; worlds upon worlds

I saw Sprites and ferries that glittered up the night
Witnessed a sphinx and manticore fight
Hydras, harpies, a phoenix in flight
And in this world of fantasy, I slowly came to see..
Harmony thrives when nature’s left to be

Dream’s candid desires
dripping imperfect perfections
refreshing the soul

©judeitakali

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I wanted to bring a little Fantasy to you this weekend. Hope you enjoy this.

Stay safe, stay grateful