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I write from pure emotion...

...and I prefer not to describe my poetry, but to allow it to be interpreted on a personal level with the reader. 

"Elise is a multi-media visual artist who fuses her own original musical compositions with voice recitations of her own enchanting poetry and moving visual imagery, to offer us a very unique experience of her heart's outpours. The following are two poems from her 'Sacred Realm' collection. Treat yourself to one of her creations by clicking the play button below." 
Artwork by Reine (2009)

(To hear Elise recite her poems 'Yet Wilder' and "Pledge' click on play button)

Yet Wilder

Shalt thou remember me?
Shalt we walk the eternity
of our dreams?

Is it not the truth that we have
sought the same redemption?
Is it not the given hand of light
that binds our souls?


You do not wish to call me.
You do not wish to see the
veil that lay between us.

I am seclusion’s glove;
the mist within your eyes;
the voice of your silence.

We are bound,
not through flesh - yet wilder,
through the celestial prophecy
of Sacred voyage.

I cannot leave without you.

I pledge this soul,
to thee, Sacred Scribe
of my worldly birth,
arisen from the shrine of prose,
this mouth, these lips, these
words proclaimed.

For thou, hast given so unselfishly.
Thou, whose honour shall not deter
of everlasting love.

Nor, blessed voice forsaken,
from the prophecy of truth.

© Elise Marianne Stewart 2011
From the authors poetry book "Sacred Realm"

Elise is a UK poet, and the founder and editor of International poetry magazine Decanto. Her work has been included in various magazines and anthologies both in the UK and Internationally. Elise has written many collections of poetry, including 'For All Eternity', 'The Last Lament', 'Paradise', 'Opium Valentines' and 'Sacred Realm'. She is currently working on a new collection. Her collections have been widely reviewed. She has also been featured and interviewed in various magazines and ezines, both in the UK and abroad. Her poetry video collaboration  'Conceptus' with American poet Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino, has recently been accepted by the Southbank Centre London. You may visit Elise at her poetry website here, watch more  of her video creations here or find her on facebook here. Her poetry collections can be found here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. I am entirely spellbound by your video poem creations, Elise! They create the perfect atmosphere for ingesting your beautifully poignant poetry. I love your mystical reference to a "sacred scribe' and this line here as the source of earthly existence: "arisen from the shrine of prose". Thank you for sharing your work here and I look forward to featuring you again.

  2. I like this atmosphere, this silky beauty. I recognize the womanish powerful trace, but I feel it just as a starter point. In the kingdom of poetry, in my opinion, there are not more male and female, but only souls in common enchantment.


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