The Pond
Water violets and lotus bejewel the pond,
lily pads sprinkle the surface, little oasis's
reflecting the sun for painted turtles, dragonflies, and snails.
Silence is a bubble of air floating to its surface,
a butterfly winging its way, a tree limb's leaves
dabbling its reflection;
yet, what is it that lures and whispers "Peer closely",
my eyes squint, search for a crystalline scrim
beneath willow's shade as goosebumps caress my limbs?
Surely fairies who flutter in at dusk,
dance delicately from pad to pad,
feet leaving misty patterns come morn
as wings of gossamer silk
and skin luminous as the moon slip away,
envelope in mist and mystery
leaving me entranced, eagerly wishing
for a glimpse at water's edge.
by Margaret Bednar, March 16, 2020
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Also linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Writer's Pantry #11"
This poem has been updated (and I hope improved) by accepting the challenge at "Poets and Storytellers United #11- Hypophora and all that" where we ask a question and answer it.
16 comments:
Words like "dreamy" and "enchanting" and "spellbinding" come to mind while I read this one. The descriptions linger, like the song of water and the green of leaves.
I just know this is a magic pond deep in the forest accessible only by fairies and dreamers. I've been looking for it all my life … ever since I read "Girl of the Limberlost" when I was 11 or 12!
Nature comes alive.
I remembered the story of Thumbelina :)
Take care! Have a great week!
Lovely...I just want to drift along through this poem. :)
Whata great poem to take my mind off the world falling apart with the corona virus. I was able to drift away in the natural world without a single worry.
This is the sort of poem I like to read at a difficult time, Margaret. It appeals to all the senses, and to dreams. I love the line ‘Silence is a bubble of air floating to its surface’.
This is utterly gorgeous, Margaret!💝 I especially love; "Silence is a bubble of air floating to its surface,a butterfly winging its way, a tree limb's leaves dabbling its reflection." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!😍😍
How lovely – and yes, I do like the placing of the question. It seems very natural, hard to imagine the poem without it, yet it does add to the interest.
Luv whimsical especiall in this era of virtual community
Happy Wednesday
Much✏love
Magical!
This is so beautiful, and brings me such needed peace. Gorgeous imagery
Part of being a poet is being able to stop and listen when something calls to you to come a little closer.
Susie said it ... peace you brought us peace.
I love the dreamy other-worldliness of this, Margaret.
Margaret, I'm entranced!!! Its a Goosebumpy poem for me. I love fairies and fairy gardens.
"... fairies who flutter in at dusk,
dance delicately from pad to pad..." came to the front, I was thinking of them even before. BTW, the whole British Isles love them.
(My apologies for a late response...covid- 19 had me busy! )
This is the sort of poem I just want to immerse myself in. Love the metaphor of silence being 'a bubble of air floating to its surface'... sublime.
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