Return to Valmain

“Take me to Valmain”, she sighed
“For I was young there, and my feet took wing
I was a lady of La Reine des Glaces
And danced in honour of the Autumn King.

And we drank fine Shiraz from crystal globes
And stepped it back and forth ’til it was morn
And all the lamps in Valmain shone so clear,
The birds sang, thinking it was dawn”.

“Alas, Valmain is silent now”, I said,
“And all the lamps that lighted it are dim
There are no rustling skirts or dancing girls,
But the wild birds still sing”

“Then I shall travel to Valmain alone
And see if what you say has come to pass,
And if Valmain is dead, I shall die too –
The last true lady of La Reine des Glaces”.

I’m hosting at dVerse tonight, and asking you to be inspired by the names of heritage vegetables. Strange but true.

24 thoughts on “Return to Valmain

  1. I love the romance of this poem, Sarah, the seamless sewing of the vegetable names and the lyrical rhyming. How sad that Valmain is silent, with no rustling skirts or dancing girls.

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  2. Oooh La La, such grace and loveliness. An excellently crafted piece, a sweet read. You had me at “stepped it back and forth ’til it was dawn”.

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  3. I think we all hanker for a bit of good ole Valmain now that novel corona has locked us in a new today

    Happy Tuesday, Be safe

    Much💙love

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