Time for the Monday poetry train! To shake my literary fist at the unrelenting rain in the Hoh valley here’s a poem I wrote about the mythical son of the Sun, Lugh.
Your eyes are the blue skies
Your smile, the white sunlight
The golden heat of you warms me
And I, like Icarus
Have flown too close
And fallen from dazzling heights
To earthly constraints.
Who dares to be your lover?
What name shall I speak
On lips that tremble to adore?
Who dares to be your lover?
You, of the Long Hand, of the Sun
The golden heat of you warms me
Your kisses burn into my soul
You are ablaze
And I have flown too close.
As the official release date approaches, it’s time for a Wild Wild West roundup! Here are links to cowboy sightings around the blogosphere:
The good, the bad, and the unread
Nicole Austin
Jaci Burton
Romance Junkies
Romantic Times
Aug. 7 is just around the corner! Pre-order your copy and cuddle up with a cowboy of your own. *g*
Reminds me of my line:
“…We swoon in a cascade of Icarus feathers, falling, yet warmed, as the body is the mind is the soul is as one, converging nebulous, yet defined….”
Poor Daedalus, his son gets all the press!
Great poem.
Well. His son’s a hottie. *g* That is a lovely line, Rhet!
“Who dares to be your lover?
What name shall I speak
On lips that tremble to adore?”
(shiver of delight) That is marvellous.
Thanks, Julia! I read up on Lugh thanks to tales of Cuchulain and that inspired the poem.
“Your kisses burn into my soul
You are ablaze
And I have flown too close..”
I too was set ablaze thus..
Now this is the kind of poem I can really get into. What a hottie (in all ways 😉
Charli – that was fabulous! I love LOVE love this:
“Your kisses burn into my soul
You are ablaze
And I have flown too close.”
That is an awesome poem, and very timely (Lughnasa is Wednesday). Have a great week.
Glad you guys enjoyed the poem. And now we’re all in the mood for Wednesday! *g*