c lynn brooks
May 16, 2020

Wood Nymphs

What light is this in striated beam?
comes peeking through the silvered clouds
on this night so dark,yet warm

Where comes the sound of waters stilled
that alone the call of a night owls shriek
echoes through forests of old

The gentle brushing of wood nymphs wings
a contrast to calloused skin
may invite you to a dreamland
where only you and they may go

Erase the bitter taste of bile
with the nectar of the night
arise upon soft gossamer wings
let them take you on their flight

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north carolina usa, USA

Favorite Poets: Leonard Cohen

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lovedly

is like music
on a darkened blackened
yet golden moon struck night
o what a delight

C

I don't think I was going for metre however let me disgest this after my second cup of coffee. I'm sure all of your suggestions are correct

* Alan have used your suggestions and it does read better thank you

Yes we are still friends isn't that what this site is for

Geezer

Geezer

4 years 11 months ago

the more technical stuff for those that remember all the rules and of how they apply. Your grasp of the forest at night, is phenomenal. I have been in the forest at night to hunt and I felt that you could be sitting along side of me, watching and waiting for the prey. Nice job. ~ Gee.
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C

thank you. Maybe it was the gossamer wings you felt Now to study sir Alan's hard work

C

I thank you so much. I wasn't thinking about old William as I was never fond of his witing. Oh dear now me I am in trouble for saying that.

Lavender

Hello, Chrys,
Like Jerry, the first stanza reminded me of Romeo, and then your poem went to a level of magical delight. Thank you for this captivating journey!
L