The Man and The Wood Nymph

  In the dewy morn's wake, there between the thrush of songs, still against tall bark, gazing at him in curious stares were hazel eyes camouflaged by mossy covered branches. Her skin blending with every texture of tree surface. He was intriguing her attention as he swam, with his long mane floating behind.  A mischief grin held by a gaze caught of his bare body rising out of the lake. She could feel herself as his body became more exposed, a heat lifting steam off her skin. She knew this was an expression of the mortals.  It was covering her body like the ocean tides over sand.  She gasped at the contemplation of this moment, this was human emotion! She gasped again covering her mouth to stop any sound.

  She jumped away from her amusement, held in the realization of what would happen if she called upon these mortal creations unto her being.  As this man walks from the lake, dripping of lake water, he pauses at the sense of eyes upon him. He has but to reach three steps and these eyes would be within his hands grip. There is no movement just an acknowledged stare.  She slips invisible back within the trees bark unattainable to his search.  He lets go of his pursuit to dry and dress.  She sits with herself, sifting through what she had unintentionally called forth. 

 Is the tale true?  Could she become human if she embrace this expression named of desire?  To love or be loved?  Was this the why of her intention? 

Author's Note

Any reviews on this would be most welcome! I'm toying with possibly expanding on these characters and a story. Thank you dear fellow poets, writers and reviewers, your time is appreciated!

Reviews

[Misery]

Your idea definitely has the potential to be an interesting story. Novel writers confound me. The writing, rewriting, proofreading, re-proofreading, editing, editing again, being told to change the beginning, being told to restructure the middle, being told to rework the ending for a third time...
There must be a higher level of love involved in novel writing. Best of good fortune to you, dear Jen. I will be sticking with single-page poems.

[Jen]

Thank you for your input, appreciated! I was thinking of something more in the form of a short story. Writing a novel? I'm too fluid to stick with that endeavor! It is a labor of love I would imagine. Thank you again!

[Misery]

Much welcome, dear Jen.

[David Jae]

A compelling story and a strong, interesting character. I like where this is going.

[Jen]

Thank you for your review, appreciated!

[David Jae]

You're welcome.