A Month with Yeats: Day Thirteen

Today’s quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats.

‘Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’


Into the night a whisper of the wind
Away with the strong crosswind
Like a calyx glistening with dew
Come away when the time is due
Soliciting the creatures of the dark
In empty shrubbery or nearby park
Like a dilettante with suede gloves
Voice dropping several octaves
Obscured in a drop box of bounty
Away before things turn badly
As lurid espionage as could be
Come away, that is the plea

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: A Month with Yeats: Day Thirteen, Wordle #178, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #13



  1. Absolutely stunning LadyLee! You’ve done an amazing job with the words this week – tells a great story, and I really like the poetic form, it totally compliments the style and content. Sets an old world scene/feeling! Super – and thank you 🙂

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