Eagle Roar
by Denny Lancaster
250522

We crawled over the mossy wall
then heard a banshee o'er land;
Saw the yellow sunlight all
and the tall pine thicket stand.

And though taut hear it ringing,
within the wire a core of sound,
the Faeries were all a singing
while the human heart was bound.

Bound in a veil of vapour flowed
and engulfed in coves along straits;
The thick fog like a sapphire glowed
and roses covered Heavens gates.

Sails unfurled up to the tops
with laps of foam on the shore
but with all our clatter it drops
and the banshee continued to roar.

Then we Faeries topped the wall
and saw a master at the crest,
with a thud most of us fall
and the sound fades to the west.

Night sank like flakes of D'Fire
and stars in a great shower down;
Thrilled to the taunt nerve wire
while Soaring Eagles were not bound.

The Eagle cheer here doth bring peace
while elves are perched on the shore;
The banshee cry at night doth not cease
while the Faeries continue to roar.

Footnote: Hesychast by Oleg Korolev illustrates our poem. Our reference to "master" in the poem prompted its use.  Below is a quote from Oleg Korolev.

A Transcendental part of human nature always looks for its own Eternal source and inevitably has doubt regarding visible reality. The conditionally perceived illusionary surroundings require examination and overcoming... Surrealism, through it's inner absurdity and paradoxes , destroys trust in reality. It is an aesthetic game of the human imagination with a nostalgia for everlasting spiritual liberty. But Visionary Art has a different field of the play, the Contemplative artist is a participant of the action himself, he doesn't play with the help of mind by the symbols and their mechanical constructions anymore, but operates with energies, forces which bear the images, intuitive way ... A Visionary artist can not be Atheist, he always serves a certain Power and represents it by own creative activity and life. I would describe my art as a Contemplative one, which embodies a certain cognitive model of Mystic Reality and actually devoted to a Contemplation of a beauty of invisible Divine things...

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