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Had fun alliterating my way through the alphabet, twice. Aspirations to become a writer one day, poems will suffice for the moment.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

P is for Pandemonism. A-Z Challenge 2015


Pandemonism 
worship of spirits dwelling in all forms of nature.



Blómin döfnuðu
í heitri sumar sólinni.
Fuglarnir sungu,
litlar pöddur voru á kreik.
Ung hjörtu
fundu til hlýju,
ástarblossar kveiknuðu.

Ský dró fyrir sólu,
úðaði regni yfir allt.
Sjávarmál hækkaði,
við þeim blasti
stormur.

~ * ~

The flowers blossomed
in the hot summer sun.
The bird sang,
little bugs were on the prowl.
Young hearts
found warmth,
love sparks awoken.

The clouds covered the sun.
sprayed rain over everything.
The ocean rose.
in front of them
formed a storm.


-Miss Bates.

1 comment:

  1. Very creative and ambitious theme.
    ~Visiting from AtoZ

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