Question by τρισκελής: What world do you wish you could bring to life from the pages of a book?
What world from a story do you wish was real?
Best answer:
Answer by livelaughlove
Narnia :]
Know better? Leave your own answer in the comments!
Question by τρισκελής: What world do you wish you could bring to life from the pages of a book?
What world from a story do you wish was real?
Best answer:
Answer by livelaughlove
Narnia :]
Know better? Leave your own answer in the comments!
Harry Potter!
I would love to experience Hogwarts!
I’ll just say I’m still waiting for my Hogwarts letter.
Narnia
Harry Potter
Divergent
I honestly believed until my eleventh birthday that I was going to get a Hogwarts letter.
Also Skulduggery Pleasant and Artemis Fowl.
Hogwarts or Middle Earth (after the Ring is destroyed haha)
Bring to life:
Some of my poems that talk about ancient deities and thrills.
How much I would love to see Axiokersa appear in front of me! Or Persephone and Athena. What an honor it would be, to sit around the same table or in my office, with any of them and discuss about the mysteries and the revelations (and the divine mists). Here is one of the pages you asked for:
Axiokersa
Deep in her heart she knew the pulse of bonds
with ancient souls who understood her pain,
and was the thump like of a pelting song,
of rain cadenced on her window and lane.
She was a Goddess thousands years before,
the yew on basalt rocks and vines of grape,
on slate were carved her traces and limestone,
Blue Pelagos before oblivion’s drape.
Of ‘Gods’ Great’ Axiokersa by name,
on Samothrake island was worshipped
recalls the sacred cataracts in rain,
ethereal maid of lightning, on slopes dripped.
A flight of thousand solitudes and years,
her voice became a falling mistle that sung,
the everlasting call of mountains in tears,
the spring that roils on basalt slopes, drops flung.
Her Aquila Heliaca air clings,
for Axiokersa appears on peaks,
souls guides to sail on seas’ immortal links,
to celebrate with mysteries and creeks.
© G. V.01-13-2012, All Rights Reserved
(An Iambic pentameter poem)