oh lily-scented eidolon
my temptress from a distant past
beloved you were – my youth is gone
oh lily-scented eidolon
I still recall your grace – my swan
but you’re a specter of what’s lost
oh lily-scented eidolon
my temptress from a distant past
our silent forests don’t forget
the moonlit paths I walked with you
as future once was clearly set
our silent forests don’t forget
your blood on shining bayonets
when vengeful hands our future slew
our silent forests don’t forget
the moonlit paths I walked with you
in whispers from the falling leaves
I hear the song from open graves
that bid so gently for my life
in whispers from the falling leaves
I see through mist – a maiden waves
my urge is strong to use my knife
in whispers from the falling leaves
I hear the song from open graves
in softness of the dew-kissed moss
my grave is marked by withered cross
we’re dancing through the woods again
in softness of the dew-kissed moss
I have no reason to be cross
your kisses are like sweet champagne
in softness of the dew-kissed moss
my grave is marked by withered cross
I love triolets, and this time I try to tell a romantic ghost-story through these little poems. I will link this to Poetry Pantry.
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August 9, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
really nice cadence and rhythm to this…and i smiled in the end that maybe even after death they are together…enjoying one another….
you captured the romantic feel of the pic well in your poem… it has an ancient feel…walking those moonlit paths – the dewy moss – and even so alive in the aftermath…
beautiful picture – she is indeed a temptress
Bjorn, you were up early this morning. And you still ahve summer it seems. Rain by the bucketful here.
I enjoyed your romantic triolet. Keep on forgetting how that goes together. Just as well you are here to use these forms so regularly.
εἴδωλον
you sent me to the dictionary again 🙂
love this enchanting world where a tale is unfolding by itself..the silence is palpable in the last stanza..alliteration works so well…
enchanting words, third and forth verse I loved the most. beautiful.
beautiful and enchanting, i love the way the triolet is crafted. This is beautiful writing. Brilliant.
reallly romantic Bjorn!! i see you are in full swing today!
A gentle poem and, as a bonus, I now know what an eidolon is.
It seems sweet on the surface but I think there is a dark current beneath.
This is truly beautiful. Curiously I was reading about triolets yesterday and today you produce this charmer.
Ah, you write triolets so well, Bjorn! Enjoyed the ghostly atmosphere and the tale.
Lovely poem of romance with an ideal. Great description that paints a beautiful word picture. 🙂 —Susan
You are really a master when it comes to triolets, Björn! Your series work so well with the painting. I enjoyed the romantic tone and the images.
Romantic and elegant…you took me back in time. Wonderful!
Well done!
An archetypal story but sweetly told here–thanks, Bjorn. k.
WOW! You EXCEL at triolets. This is so beautifully told, the language is wonderful and the rhythm, meter and repetition are great – you totally nailed it. An intriguing form!
There is a nice rhythm to these triolets.
A lovely, sad tale told in such classic style. You wrote this beautifully.
As always you do so well with form poetry, Bjorn. This is indeed romantic & speaks of eternal love 🙂
supernatural love is always hauntingly romantic. I loved every line Bjorn!
I liked the story told. You did an excellent job with the poetry too, it enhanced the story.
This is an instant favourite. I love the ethereal quality and the vivid imagery used coupled with a brilliant structure. Very beautiful poem, indeed. Loved it.
beautiful triolets!
so they are re-united in death.
You love it because you it so well… or you do it so well because you love it. Either way, this beautifully represents the form and the romantic goal of the writing.
Wow! Love it so much! Bjorn, I’m singing your poem. It reminded me the song by Alexander Gradsky to the poem by Robert Burns “In the field covered with snow and rain” in translation by S. Marshak. ~ Try by yourself to sing your poem with his melody….ah! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyVLv7Zf2d4
Really like the rhythm of this piece and the idea that they are dancing even after death.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
What beautiful words to go with such a beautiful picture! So vivid!
Bjorn, you know I’m not good at forms, but this not only rolled out like a carpet of flowers… it stirred my imagination. It sent me to Wikipedia to find out what an “eidolon” was (love learning new words). It stopped me in my tracks with the resonance of your words. The final image, the gravestone, will live on in my mind. The whole notion of this poem is hauntingly beautiful and at times (when slaying the future, the blood on your hands), downright profound. Thank you. Thank you again. Amy
What a master you are in this form of poetry. It was poignant and full of love and longing.
Commenting on this a second time in the pantry today….your poem makes me wonder how they both met their demise; but it seems that even in death he still remembers her with yearning.
I think I might have linked up the wrong poem
Mesmerizing. Your choice of the triolet form is inspired as it lends itself, well, to melancholy and solemnity. I find, there is often a haunting quality in repeated poetic lines, and skillfully employed (as you have done here, in this piece) there is, by virtue of the content of the 4 middle lines, a slight shift – from declarative to acknowledgement of loss – at the beginning and at the ending of each stanza.