The poets rustle in the woods of verses.
All the seasons are green: they glow…
Some carry rifles across their shoulders,
Some make arrows for the Cupid’s bow.
The only weapon attracting one’s mind
Is a word - divine, winged, and refined.
Many lose their way in the forest;
Here’re wolves, grams, Red-Riding-Hoods.
Eternal comedies and dramas
Are played on the stage of the woods.
In spite of being brave hunters,
At moonless night, we seek hunters’ huts,
And, if you ever fail to find them,
Don’t break, beforehand, your heart…
The breeze brings the smell of smoke,
You hear the crackle of dry twigs,
Near the slope, at the waterfall, the bonfire
Temptingly waves its wings.
Here, we’ve come! Here’s the bonfire.
Winds fall, the moon and stars rise.
Don’t fret, warm yourself, cheer up,
Amuse each other with witty rhymes.
Funny stories, strange events
Make you laugh and… fill you with regret.
And if the flight of fancy amazes you,
Encourage the Don Quixotes, don’t fret!
The Greek Diana, our Georgian Dali…
Don’t scold them for their bad luck…
The hearts and souls of these goddesses
Are filled with divine sparks.
7.14.08.
There is a lovely Midsummer Night's Dream quality to this poem - about forests and magic and stories to be told. Love your first line 'poets rustle in woods of verses' - excellent image. You're right - we wordsmiths need our hunters' huts to share, to nourish and to enchant. After all, we all belong to the same forest of words, do we not? Inspiring poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
An amazing write, Tsira. A genuine pleasure to read. I loved the imagery of hunting in the poetic forest. Indeed a 10. Best wishes for a very happy new year. Richard
Tsira, you just revived my interest in reading and writing poetry through this amazing piece. From the very captivating title 'AT MOONLESS NIGHT, WE SEEK HUNTERS' HUTS', I am lost in your magic woods of verses and forests of words...
It is you the huntress of words Devinne leading you to the hut of minds of those you know and cherish..thank you...beautiful southing song..
I like these longer ones where you develop your thoughts and let your rich imagination flow Tsira... Yes, it's all about finding the word.. and you found the ones you needed for this.. x jim
wonderful, nothing else. the magic resides in the woods......always...have you been to woods ever?
Oww, now it's my favourite.. Thanks for writing this one beautiful lady: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a beautiful poem, a classical and great verses written..lovely to read...10