Woe-Mood Of Silver Rain
© Surazeus
2025 10 10

Heart stricken by woe-mood of silver rain,
which sparkles bright as eyes on each leaf-face,
Saethryth scatters flowers with yellow petals
to cover face of her mother Aelflaed
whose silver eyes gaze blankly at the sky
where green clouds beckon to the faceless soul.

Attending grave of her mother each day,
Saethryth watches her body of soft flesh
dissolve into writhing mass of insects,
then disperse into dry dust swirled by wind
that prances gracefully with herd of deer
along the curving margin of the stream.

Filling basket on her arm with ripe pears,
that glisten with refracted rainbow beams,
Saethryth recalls sweet childhood memories
when she walked with her mother among trees,
sat in the market selling fruit for coins,
and fried pear cakes over the crackling fire.

Soft whisper of the eerie river breeze
imitates soft dulcet voice of Aelflaed
who calls her name "Saethryth" among thin trees,
so she turns quickly to see her golden face
that glows with laughter of wholehearted joy
for fleeting second of eternity.

Before face of her mother vanishes
in sudden swirl of mist among thin trees,
Saethryth sees rainbow eyes of Aelflaed gleam
bright with weird wisdom of the singing sea,
but vision of maternal spirit fades
that leaves her in woe-mood of silver time.

Heart aching with woe-mood of wistful hope,
that urges her intention to sell fruit
to people who adore how Aelflaed sang,
Saethryth wanders signless road into town,
but stops with Tirweald, wielding long oak wand,
demands she attend home hearth as his bride.

"Because your mother Pretty Elf opposed
my wish to bind your body to my hearth,
I struck that stubborn obstacle aside,
so now you will submit to my strong will,"
Tirweald declares with self-satisfied smirk,
but Saethryth thrusts sharp dagger in his heart.

Leaving his body as feast for the wolves,
Saethryth attends her booth in market town
where people purchase cinnamon pear pies
she bakes in oven of bold honesty,
then blushes with Aelfweard, with loving eyes,
offers flowers with ring of gold he forged.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings epithalamion to celebrate the marriage of Saethryth and Aelfweard who host wedding feast for everyone in the small river town who dance with joy of love.

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