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ELEMENTS

Elements of earth, water, fire, wind/air and spirit (inner/outer energy, mindfulness) was the inspiration of the recent poetry challenge held on October 2024 of our ILA Facebook Group. Poets were to choose one element and write about it. Below, are the poems we chose to feature.














"THE WIND"


I'd be the wind, ready to lead the way

Where the elements of nature glide:

Fires burn, spirits rise, and waters sway.

You can tag along to see what lies outside;

Wild ocean waves frothing on the beach,

Nothing Arcadian in my restless reach.


Some days I would be that fierce wind

Carousing shamelessly, dancing to tunes.

I would sloom, caressing your mind,

Or rage unconsolably like typhoons -

Grabbing anything that isn't nailed down;

Febrile, and pulsing through each town.


I'd be a whirlwind of intricate memories;

Years and seasons dutifully swept away,

The remnants of a hurricane, Rapt stories of soon forgotten moments on display.

You'll know I have visited when you see

Autumn trees stripped clean of leaf and fruit.


I'd be that Eldritch feeling, looming over

A world asleep, awaiting morning's light.

A gust of Studious atmosphere that hover,

Blowing through the campus all night.

I'd be beneath your wings, make you soar

High above fate's mysterious shore.


© Liberty Bassey


 

"THE ELDRITCH BREATH" (Villanelle)


Through febrile nights it slips unseen,

An Arcadian hush disturbed by sound,

While sloom drifts thick through woods of green.


Studious shadows trace a sheen

Of trembling leaves on spectral ground;

Through febrile nights it slips unseen.


In rapt embrace of worlds between, An eerie murmur wraps around,

While sloom drifts thick through woods of green.


Eldritch whispers wind, serene,

With ancient songs in haunted round;

Through febrile nights it slips unseen.


Arcadia's veil, a waking dream,

Bewitched by forms the dusk has found -

While sloom drifts thick through woods of green.


A fevered pulse, a fleeting gleam,

The night falls soft without a sound;

Through febrile nights it slips unseen,

While sloom drifts thick through woods of green.


© Concetta Pipia

U.S.

 

"CARVER OF THE SPIRIT"


Modeller sloomed to sculpt

Through an alluring melody

Rapt with a desire!


Highly in a febrile state

Sculpture felt emotional

With an Arcadian spirit!


Now sculptor seemed an eldritch

With a mask to hide his pain!

He was lost in those waves of grief!


Did he sculpt all his treasures of love

From his heart into the cast

Of craft, very delicately like a treasure?


Sometimes, I have carved all my deepest

Warmth into a model, which I couldn't enact!

Will I ever be myself or just be a maker???


© Sonal Rao

India


 

"LIQUID OF LIFE"


I rise a new dawn

sneaking out of the febrile darkness,

I give last makeover

saying adieu to interminable sleep.


I adorn the green carpet

with rapt reflection under the emerald towers,

I cook the meals of hard work

from the grains of Arcadian landscapes.


I hug with open arms

the eldritch horror in flames,

I address the goblet of potion

as holy drops of all faiths.


I pour down the rare gems

unfurling the sea of emotions,

I fill the crude crannies

carved on the face of globe.


I sloom to spread the new colours

across the worn out visages,

I am the ink of the planet

holding the studious taste of Nature.


I am the liquid of life

I am WATER.


© Rafiya Sayeed

Jammu/Kashmir, India


 

"ABOUT FIRE"


It is so febrile

At first, it is Arcadian

Then, it may become sloom.

In both cases, it keeps as being eldritch

Burning all and then coming back to life.

We are studious, learning

If we pour over fire water

or if we let the fire consume us.

The fire is rapt in human beings

As a flame or as ash.


© Bogdana Gageanu

Romania


 

"THE ARCADIAN GARDEN"


You lie, slooming, half awake, half asleep,

Dreaming of trees and animals, dotting the green Earth.

In your eyes are caged the free birds, rapt in animated pleasure,

Flying with feathers spread-eagled, trying to cover

feisty rays of the sun.


The eldritch waves, advancing menacingly,

with their coiled fangs,

Grovel in despair, on the beach, in mortal fear of

your coiled hair,

Like a stylish coiffeur, perming the wayward strands

studiously.


When you speak, words flow like sweet ambrosia;

Or, like a crooner, belting tunes to the beat of

the percussionist.

Don't go by my face;

I'm not sad, but mad-madly in love.

You're the virgin earth, the Arcadian garden,

before the legendary fall.


© Kalucharan Sahu

India


 

"IGNITE"


There was a despondency

A slumberous sloom to me,

As I laconically whispered

Around an Arcadian idyll,

Languorous, lazy

Not animated or febrile.


Something eldritch

I'm a spectre on the breeze

I longed to let go; be wild,

Yet hardly dared to breathe

Waiting with a studious belief.


Fire...

Oh God, here is

Fire!


I am Air!

I am rapt with tingling anticipation

The excitement flaming,

Energy igniting

With uninhibited exhilaration,


Two elements

Coming together,

A catalyst; raw passion

Magnetic, ferocious,


Forever

Loving...

Forever

Clashing


© Rhiannon Owens

UK


 

"WATER BY CHANCE"


The leaves with smiling eyes,

On glowing faces are still slooming.

The sun, rising smartly

Makes them feel febrile,

Despite being generous out and out,

They get burnt to ashes helplessly.


I'm water, an Arcadian, by chance,

I'm rapt in their eldritch consequence.


From the Kingdom of clouds,

I'm more studious to shower on them.


© Tapas Dey

India

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Nov 22

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