Monday, December 20, 2010

Christmas Poem and Christmas Carol

Christmas Poem

The coloured pentacles of dreams
reflecting golden in the Light
A glimmer here
and a shimmer there
It all becomes a wondrous sight:-

Perhaps it must be the spring
When the birds and angels sing-

Crystal moonbeams in the air
They sparkle and gleam from everywhere-
Magic Starlight in the Sky
Where all our dreams can ride on high-
In the Magical Christmas Sky;

And the Stars, they
twinkle and shine
Evoking memories
giving a sign,
New Year,
and Auld Lang Syne.

Christmas Magic,
Christmas Bells
In the Season of Good Cheer:
And of Stories we come to hear;

Christ's birth in a Stable
at Christmas Day,
a joyous occasion
with Angels singing
So bright and so clear:

Merry Christmas!

Best wishes Sandra

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

wonderful sights of Christmas Lights

As Christmas is approaching I have noticed that there are some wonderful
pictures of Christmas Lights in the New Zealand Herald. 

  The link is:

  Best wishes of the Season,


Monday, December 6, 2010

a song

I have been enjoying listening to Dante's Prayer,
which seems to me to be a song for a traveller:

This is live at the Alhambra Palace at Granada which
is a magnificent splendour for the architecture and art.

Alhambra Palace in Granada Spain from wikipedia

  Best wishes from Sandrra

A Christmas Song

I always imagine a beautiful magical Christmas in the snow:

  The settings must be wonderful and picturesque:

In the Bleak Mid Winter:

  Best wishes from Sandra


picture of palace in 1675 before the Hall of Mirrors was constructed from wikipedia:

I quite like this image as with the muted colours it is evocative of an earlier time
of beauty and depicts an image with the fountains playing giving a magical quality
to the setting.

Poetry Page,


Silken furbelows of fashion
Designed on gowns of colourful creation;
The flounces, the tresses,
the elegant dresses
And a world
beribboned in lace;

The wonders and splendours of this grace-
The stories of old
These fables of gold
Laced in the frame-work
of a Labyrinthe -

Cupid with a Ball of String
Dare the Nymphs and Angels sing,
The Tales which La Fontaine would bring
into the Splendour of the Day.

And so it was
On the Shifting Sands
That Le Notre with his Geometric Plans
designed a Landscape,
wondrous and new,
parterres and hornbeam
and trees of clipped yew:
of beauteous statues
bosques and elves
the groves, the fountains and elms
Rays of sunlight shimmered through
gleaming green and gold;

I see tranquillity in other places
Between high banks where the carp and bream do flow.
Across time, there are so many spaces and places
Though the wondrous glory of an age not forgotten
lingers still.

Time plays tricks
In old-fashioned garb
and costumes of old
A once forgotten time, enlightened,
And once more,
a Dream foretold.
Destiny unfolds,
We are in the mists of time.

The broderies and grass parterres of Grand Trianon
Memories of La Maintenon
The coloured marble and temples of old.
The theme of Versailles lingers on,
A palace glimmering in the sun,
The fascination, imagination,
For travellers,
so much an inspiration.

Wondrous gardens, terraces and flowers
So bright and bold,
In colours of purple and gold.
As also at Marly, where once
was told
Of the fairies who also spun their gold;

In its frame of magnificence
the rising and setting sun
dim ochered falls over the valley
in patterns of gold and light
and to the people would give delight
at such a wondrous sight;
which gave Apollo brilliance in its beam
As showers of water streamed
Casting rainbows and prisms of colour
In sprays of mist amongst magical fountains-
Versailles, and the king,
with songs, poems and quatrains
which would give a wondrous ring.

As the Seasons do change
A pale light glimmers
And the leaves doth fall from your trees
Dappled in green and gold.
The flickering rays dance in majestic greenery
The flower scented groves
Of statues and perfumed Orangerie.

And once in a dream
with children I've seen
The Lady of Maintenon.

The beauties of Heaven will find their trace
the banquets are over
the leaves do fall
Yet, ever and after,
Your Majesty stands tall.

I think and I dream of this wondrous abode
For here is my nemesis
and the story an ode

To find life's truth
and beauty in ode
Of a labyrinthe and
grottoes of old,
The stories to be told-
Of enchantment and places to behold-
Across a magnificence of splendour
Versailles calls out its name-
The jet streams of yesterday,
given from mists of watery fountains
in gardens of riotous splendour
come calling through-

In woods, the breezes
scented with jasmine and thyme
through rustling and whispering leaves
echoing through centuries of time-
the names are weaved;-

“Marie, Marie” I'm calling to thee-
The lady in a long white gown,
And even today,
remembered still, in
Old Versailles town.
And whispering still,
The loss of Louis's crown.

From far away places
the people of many faces
All come to see the show

A squire and a knight
once came into sight
of Versailles and its splendour and light
Said one t'other (squire to the knight)
Do you not know, did sayeth of the king-
“Versailles for courtiers,
Marly for family,
Trianon was for me!”

Why for? Why for?
Versailles is no more
With a king and glorious court?
No, not at all,
The people rebelled
A king tried too late,
and fell short.

O Versailles, Versailles,
what happened to thee-
Your old world came tumbling down,
The vestiges of a time once past,
cleverly raise from the ground
with sign posts all around
and now we visit you anew.
No more are the courtiers, king and queen,
but now it is as though,
we always have been
entranced by your wondrous dream.

A royal court no more
the glittering triumphs
the spectacles all unfold
The stories, the glories
of wonders to uphold.

And so through the ages
the splendour of sages
and a place in the sun.

Composed by Sandra

Madame de Montespan (Part Two)

Image of a rose flower from daily art clip:
Images courtesy of <a href=""></a>

With Princess Dido,
on her wall
A hint of a glimmer of her fall?
In a halo of her dreams
Surrounded by the fairies of a mythological ball;
From the reams of her life before,
now would be her time to call;
the final whistle and curtain call;

The Reigning Star of the Court,
Days were now becoming short;

Madame de Montespan's
Time-span through,
The King would now start life anew;
In a new life would be true;

Reigned Supreme
or so it seemed
until one day she toppled her dream:

Today and yesterday and tomorrow
All her life would become a sorrow
In the wiles of life unplanned
And of Destiny it spanned
In the swings of high and low
up and down we all go;
If there ever was a time
of Fancy freedom
and Love forlorn,
Madame de Montespan now care-worn
Insecure and her fears were born;

Gathering on at a shining pace
Now it is all in grace
Refined and styled as with Lace
Coming to a final race:

Venus, the Morning Star would hail,
Madame de Maintenon would prevail;
Oh, you enchanting flower,
Marrying the king your finest hour!”
Madame of the Ever-Now:

Madame de Montespan
in her woe
In the mimicry of a dream
In the shadows of a life once been
Reminiscing in shadows
of the past,
Reflecting on the seasons last
Spectres in the hallways hollow;
To an Abbey she would follow
Marie-Madeleine Rocheuart
Queen of Abbesses at Fontevraud;
Lost Abbey of the Plantagenets
and of kings of long ago,

Not to become as a Lancelet
Madame de Montespan on would go,
in the rounds of activity;
ever refreshing as “l'eau de vie;”
Within the realms of disparity
And the rounds of her charity
within the bounds of her servility
and goodwill in humility

and with boundless energy
travelled to Saumur
where the people would see
believing the mistress of the king was she
And La Montespan let them be;

The apple cart of dreams
turned over
in a round­about way,
fashioned from an insider tray;
now we come to the Land of Make Believe
Always happening at Lightening Speed
Gone are the whistles and care-free days
Now it is already planned
Up to Vespers and down with the stands;

visited a good friend,
her soul to mend;
Spiritual guidance her friend would lend
Was a way to the end;
Musings and mercy from a teacher,
This would be a final gesture;
gone to eventually seen instead
a love with all the beads instead;
the stories and glories in their stead;

So far from her life of culture,
stature as maitresse en titre;
Friendships, folly, etiquette,
Surreal now her life oblique:
A convent at rue Dominique;

Onwards her life must go;
Now her life would become another,
Thinking of her pious mother;
Also she did have a brother
Duc de Vivonne, a commander,
Also of Champagne a governor
Sailing for a royal endeavour,
And also for a good measure
Seeking pirates and their treasure;
did enjoy his worldly leisure
And also his other pleasures;

Beautiful Mistress not forgot,
As the flowers of forget-me-not
Pressed amongst the leaves of a book
All who glance can take a look
Amongst the leaves of a polyglot;

As the seasons do unfold
A new love for the King behold:-

Madame de Montespan in the Spring,
Madame de Maintenon, another thing,
The king would give to you a ring;
Goodly, demure, quiet, kind
Virtues La Montespan left behind;
As Queen Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour
changed their roles for ever more,
Different temperaments from before;

The courtly life was a chequered game
A roll of the dice,
gripped with vice;
As Nymphs danced upon Heaven's Stair
The Courtly games became a Villain's Lair;
Potions of Love
to ensnare;
A candle flame flickers at the tallow,
Now her life would taper in shadow;

Moonbeam Shadows
Splashed upon the King's Page
This was not as he envisaged;

The King now in a dismay
as his play had gone awry
and the court in a disarray
in a most unbecoming way:
Did he ever question why?

Magical potions
Superstitious notions
had no place in a play,
Which by now had become a-fray;

Clasping at Rainbows
in a prism of time
To unmask villains in their prime
And also to dispel the fears
Of his knights and of his peers;

Police Inspector de la Reynie
From the Paris Constabulary,
Initiated an Inquiry,
of the king's complicity
seeking out criminality;
With a Chambre Ardente,
Closing down in 1682,
Patrons numbered but a few;

and unfortunately, too
but which was also true,
The King's Inquiry was closed down
For proximity to the Crown;

And as the King
Stayed his hand
Preventing ripples
across the Land
In his way
and in his plan
He saved the day
For La Montespan;
And grants respite
In her requite;

What now could she do?
They all wish to banish me!”
At Versailles she wished to be;

Years at court remained eleven
Duke de Maine from the age of seven
favourite of La Maintenon
Moved her goods with her along
which today seems all so wrong
And Porcelaine de Trianon
Now was all but gone;

 Madame de Montespan from wikipedia:

 Louis XIV:
Madame de Montespan is believed to be the fair lady sitting in the middle of the carriage
in this picture from wikipedia: