My OpheliaA break from writing
walking through the trees
on the banks of the Laver,
wood pigeons calling.
Ahead, the waterfall
splashes merrily into sunken pools
sending water droplets into the sunshine
and rainbows into oak trees.
I want to reach out to you
but you drift away on the current
your hair streaming out
and your face under the ripples.
for One Single Impression
11 comments:
How very sad but the description in the poem is beautiful. I can smell the wood and just love the painting.
Thank you Gina :)
It comes alive...The whole scene unfolds..
unconnected
there's a sorrow buried in your words, a sense of longing, perhaps
Wonderfully descriptive, I stand in awe!
Thank you all most kindly :)
Melancholia in lyrical form1 Nicely done!
Vividly written...I could hear and see it clearly. There was a yearning here, too. Very nice read!
i feel the longing here. beautiful.
Crikey Rach, I've got some catching up to do.... That's what comes of reading your book!!
It's nothing that won't keep :)
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