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If you're bored with the drama
and want to breath a sigh of relief,
why not set yourself free,
jump on board and sail away
to shores evergreen.
Fill your glass and drink
the sweet mead of poetry.

This week's prompt word is: legend

This could take you down any path, there is no limit other than your imagination.

You could write a poem based on a local legend in your country.

Your poem could describe a legend set in a fantastical world of your own imagination.

Let your imagination run wild... the sky is the limit.

An optional challenge - write a ballad based on the word prompt.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

_{Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe}

The Ballad of Morveren

Dim light cast through stained glass,
plays across the tiled floor,
while warm wind-blown waving grass
dances at the door.

In the church at Easter mass
they sing a joyous song,
a sudden still hush descends
upon the reverent throng.

The pastor's son, Mathey Trewella,
stands up in choral praise,
uplifts his voice in joyous canticle,
as he casts aloft his gaze

to hallowed beams of ships wood,
plain in carpenter’s skill,
his sweet song lifts up the morn,
winging Swifts’ across the hill.

As tremulous song echoes
in heaven's hall aloft,
the soft sound of footfall,
en-spells the swaying flock.

At the door mirror-skinned
haloed by the sun,
golden haired Morveren
sings forth to everyone.

Her feet beveled pearls
shod in sparkling scales,
as gilt and gilded silk unfurls
from gown of cinereal shale.

As if a dream had caught them
in the mingling of the voice,
all follow as she leaves the porch
bereft of will and choice.

Hamlen-like she leads them on
along a lonely path,
never once looking back,
then with a joyous laugh,

leads Mathey out to sea
as the waves cry out loud,
she fades from the tear stained eyes
of the weary milling crowd.

Every seven years or so
she returns to sing in waves,
but never seems to age a day
and her memory never fades.

© Rowan Joyce, all rights reserved.
Read my original post to learn more about this legend

This challenge will run for seven days until next Thursday when I shall provide another poetic prompt and challenge.

I hope you guys have fun writing around the theme of 'legend' and I look forward to reading all of your poems.

Thanks for reading.

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