Hidden Treasures

Hidden Treasures



A field of flowers glimmers bright
distracting, keeping from our sight
and mind a mystery long thought lost.
In earth embossed.

Sunlight softly floats through the glade.
revealing hidden treasures made
and long since taken from display;
safe from harm’s way.

Her eyes seek the covert places
where her treasures hide in spaces.
They exist in forms of essence;
perdu presence.

A litany of fabled lore,
not beyond some mythical shore
but hidden in our very view;
unknown but true.

Movement captures my attention
pulling my eyes in ascension
to clouds that form fantastic shapes;
mind is agape.

There I see a white unicorn
that was long thought lost, now reborn
in billowing clouds I can see;
reality?

Now a dragon seen flying low,
sunlight’s fire in eyes of shadow.
Creatures visiting through time’s mist
today persist.

In the garden, moving flowers
recall sprites with magic powers.
A world known but unexpected;
undetected.

Gaia smiles at our ignorance
as the mythos around us dance.
Science searches but cannot find;
by choice we’re blind.


Notes
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Prompt: Image 3
Form: Sapphic Ode A Sapphic Ode consists of three lines of Iambic Tetrameter followed by a line of Iambic bimeter (8 syllables three times then 4) rhymed ABAB. There is no line limit.

Lexicon:
mystery - alternative pronunciation is two syllables (mys-tree)
Gaia - Earth as a goddess; Mother Nature
perdu - hidden; concealed; obscured

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