Down by the River

Down by the river

she gave a mighty

bow

to the winds that came

the change

set upon her

in the tides of the seasons

from l'hiver

to printemps

the bluebells now let out

a mighty call

to see her standing there

amidst their perfect aroma

as the sweat of her brow

gathered in tiny droplets

in the rays of the sun

and she drops to her knees

to collect les fleurs

for her drawings

set in finery

upon the pages of les livres

she keeps nearby

pressing them passionately

into place

the magestic purple

refects upon her face

dances within the flicker

in her eyes

as the wood ducks

swiftly ride by.

 

 

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

les fleurs (Flowers)
l'hiver (Winter)
les livres (Don't remember) lol

I'm learning though, having a good teacher.
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the magestic purple
refects upon her face
dances within the flicker
in her eyes
as the wood ducks
swiftly ride by.


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Sid really like the imagery here and through your whole poem. (You are such the "Artist")

Art

[robin]

"refLects" and maybe " as the wood ducks pause, then swiftly ride by", because I would certainly pause at blue reflected pressed wildflowers flickering in her eyes. Great write! Et en francais! Pas pire! Formidable! I also like the quasi rhyming that brings loose ends together like "bow" with "now" and "brows".

[Emily B]

This is beautiful. You took me out of myself and to someplace temperate and lovely. Wow!!!!