Friday, April 07, 2006

Wundermarchen - Wonder Tales

Riding on,
a wonder tale,
spreads out to be met with.
A bundle tight, a
secret wood, a flame alight to dwell -
an eagle sits high in the sun.
No rain swells these fragrant roads,
of ancient pine and blooming flowers,
for they are true and right.
Night or day,
it matters not,
when wonder tales are told.
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

6 Comments:

At 4:57 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

More wonderful images and entwined words [almost a Fitz ;-)]. Someday when a book evolves combining pictures and verse, this will certainly have a place.

papa

 
At 5:25 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

:-)

 
At 5:55 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

I agree with faucon Monika. You really do weave together beautiful words and photographs.

 
At 8:04 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Thanks Heather:-)

 
At 8:59 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

You do such gorgeous work, Monika. I especially like the third picture. And the words--they resonate at a deep level.

Vi

 
At 7:05 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Vi, I just can't believe the third pic is a pine tree silhouette. It looks like lace or something, same tree as the first study. I just never know what's going to happen. So pleased you loved these. I loved them as well:-)

 

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