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Today’s Showcased Poetry Readings

Deadline for FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

Read Today’s Selected Poetry:

MERCURY, by Kelly Kiczenski
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/mercury-poetry-by-keely-kiczenski/

I FELL FOR HIM, by Rana Cocklin
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/i-fell-for-him-poetry-by-rana-cocklin/

UNTIL I SNEEZE, by Kirby Timmons
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/until-i-sneeze-poetry-by-kirby-timmons/

THE LULLABY OF A STRANGE EVENT, by Ron Henslee
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/the-lullaby-of-a-strange-event-poetry-by-ron-henslee/

HONEYMOUTH, by Gerry Van Der Linden
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/honeymouth-poetry-by-gerry-van-der-linden/

THE QUEST, by Tabitha Baumander
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/the-quest-poetry-by-tabitha-baumander/

SHULAMMITE THE WOMAN IN SOLOMONS SONGS OF SONGS, by Susan Dubin
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/shulammite-the-woman-in-solomons-song-of-songs-poetry-by-susan-dubin/

HARVEY’S FORECAST, by Michael McDonald
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/harveys-forecast-poetry-by-michael-mcdonald/

AFTER WORDS, by Kelly McCrillis
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/after-words-poetry-by-kelly-mccrillis/

THEY SAY CHILDREN ADAPT, by Dianne Mead
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/they-say-children-adapt-poetry-by-dianne-mead/

THE QUEST, Poetry by Tabitha Baumander

Genre: Rhyme, History, Society, Drama

THE QUEST
by Tabitha Baumander

Through the marvellous mists of midnight.

    Like a wondrous tale of yore.
    Came the merchant with his wagon.
    Came the soldiers.
    Came the poor.
    I asked them why they wandered,
    Through the dark and dangerous night?
    What profit did it bring them?
    This strangely moon bathed flight.

We’re searching for a dragon.
A sorcerer, a king.
Of course they’d never seen it.
It could be anything.

    It is always just beyond us.
    Claimed a sprightly moon fed boy.
    I’ve heard that when we find it,
    The sun will cry with joy!
    With a silent smile I bade,
    “Good luck upon your quest.”
    Then turned my back upon them,
    And went home to my own rest.

Away the company wandered.
From dell to misty dell.
I don’t think they’ll ever find it.
And perhaps it’s just as well