The river maiden floating
in the depths below
hair billowing behind her
like a cloud
ripples caress
her soul and heart
her smile beguiling
dancing over rock
and craggy waterfall
*
she lies there dreaming
of times past
and yet to be,
willow fronds
stroking her streaming hair,
of pilgrim's weary feet refreshed
small creatures drinking
at her bounteous breast
she lingers dreaming
gleaming with sunlight
lending glory to her hair
*
the casual passer by
but sees green slime
and turns away
yet those with open hearts
stay smiling
wrapped in reverie.
What beautiful pictures you draw with your words. Thank you .
ReplyDeleteI like the photograph of the flowing algae, it's a nice abstract. Your midwinter photos are a lot different than the ones I've taken here. Nothing grows in the winter here except for icicles.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poetry.
ReplyDeleteYes, I like to think the green strands floating in my ponds belong to my "pond fairy."
How lovely are your words. I write some poetry but know little about the genre except what I have read. At school we studied 'The Metaphysical' poets. Quite difficult, but I loved John Donne and his crowd.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your message. As you know I, too love photography. See my blog (when I update soon) for the photos at the local show. I won 2 first prizes in the professional section. So thrilled.
I enjoyed this. Thanks for the visit to my blog and leaving the comment. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you all for visiting and your very kind comments, do come again.
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely poem and photo. Of course I love this part, "willow fronds stroking her streaming hair"!
ReplyDeleteGreetings, and thanks so much for stopping by "Out With Ari." You have a lovely blog filled with so many riches--great photos, wonderful stories, evocative poetry. We'll be back often. May we add you to our blog roll?
ReplyDeleteDear Willow I did think of you as I wrote that. We have grat weeping willows sweepingthe ground with their leafy hands, somehow it all gelled. I just posted another snippet, unfortunately it slipped in two posts down and even with help I could not slot it in on top. Hope you smile at that too with apologies to Hillair Belloc. Thanks for kind comment.
ReplyDeleteKathryn and Ari, I often hear a loud shout for me across the paddock of Ahhriii, so am most pleased to welcome someone else here who will answer the call. With my circumferene I roll easily on a post or any where else. Please do.
Arija, I love this wild flowing green mermaid hair... and your poem was so eloquent ... and soothing, like rocking a baby to sleep...
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