Obscura

Obscura

 

Fair Lady strolls the shore alone,

 

gentle footfalls as the waters lap at her feet,

 

purposeful impressions left,

 

and fade…

 

She moves on in languid descent,

 

the will not of her own,

 

but that of the darkness as it rises to meet the day.

 

Fair lady dances to the melody of a bird-mocking,

 

Moving as one,

 

with thickets of reeds and song,

 

She glances sky height through the grey of mourn,

 

smiles through rays of misty dust,

 

in disinclined wonderment…

 

Fair lady wanders the shores alone,

 

in desperate despair and decline…

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

The scene is beautiful and like such a mysterious night sky! As others have said, it really transports you there, it really feels like you have just traveled there and I love that. The wording is beautiful, too. My favorite part is how it feels as if she's really looking for something... and it even leaves a bit of a creepy atmosphere in the wake of its beauty.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much. That was such a nice and thoughtful review. I will be by to review more later. read moreThank you so much. That was such a nice and thoughtful review. I will be by to review more later.

[Chris Shaw]

Love everything about this poem. Your fair lady certainly attracted my attention. I watched her dancing in her despair and decline along the shore and pondered on her sadness. I wondered what had led to this situation. Your poetic expression is wonderful and imagery as clear as clear can be. Beautiful description. Well done Seriana.

Chris

[Seriana]

Thank you Chris. I appreciate your kind words and review!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow, You can feel the lollingss in your words, Enough to make the heart sink,

[Seriana]

Thank you Dale! Sometimes the heart does sink :(

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful movement of words... of life... it feels so fresh and new in the first lines... this amazing world unveiled... peaceful solitude of the sea... and then it moves into the darkness... a mist... a lonely place that seems to swallow her... aching in the wonder here.

[Einstein Noodle]

whoa! nice work setting, scene and movement .. i am with her .. your poem puts me there .. can smell that "misty dust" ... and the reeds and thickets .. i hear them clacking in the breeze .. this inspires my imagination ... there is a whole world of things and happenstance that may have brought your "Fair Lady" to such a place .. well done .. worthwhile poem for me!
E.

[Seriana]

Ah, my new friend! Thank you kindly for your review. Always giving a thorough one. If my words can transport you there, then they have done their job. Let you imagination run!
Thanks again!
Amber

[Dave]

She is searching, I can't help but wonder what she is searching for.

Take care - Dave

[Seriana]

Dave, she is indeed, but for what? To all in their own search, I suppose she is but one of many. Thanks for your review!

[Dave]

You're most welcome. I'm originally from down the shore, Atlantic City. I could not count the number of nights I waded through the tiny waves at the shoreline in the evening. There is something soooo special about being able to do that.
Take care - Dave