Cottontree Woods

love from long ago.....

 

There is a small bench down in Cottontree Woods

That sits by a lily-filled brook

Built by a man who awaited his love,

The girl with the enchanting look

In soft-spoken whispers, she revealed her dreams

And he was subdued by her song

Her shimmering eyes, bore the essence of pearl

And he swam in them all summer long

On the bench by the brook, Oh his soul she would reach,

And the two would traverse to the stars

In raptures of sacred sensations he fell,

As they spoke of eloping afar

And then, just as quickly as two lives were crossed

the girl in the forest fell ill,

sick with a plague from an era long passed

from hard labor at Donnovan’s Mill

And so, there’s a bench down in Cottontree Woods

That sits in a lavender field,

Built by a man who awaited his love,

A love only heaven could yield……

 

By: A. McNally (April 28, 2013)

 

 

 

Reviews

[Madison O'Dwyer]

Beautiful story :)

Thanks for sharing

[Avocations of Amber]

Thank you Madison :)

[SyberRose]

Beautifully written and very touching...I really enjoyed your words...SyberRose

[Avocations of Amber]

Thank you for reading, my new friend! :) I'll be sure to return the kindness....

[icelandicblue]

Oh I love this. I couldn't help think of Poe's Annabelle Lee. The ending was so beautifully touching. I also liked the historical reference to the dangers of working in mills along with the timeless reference to love lost.

[Avocations of Amber]

Thanks so much... :) I haven't read Poe in a long time. Thanks for the reminder!

[Androglossia]

There is sadness on the poem. Loss and endless waiting. Yet the beauty of your words outshone the emotion you were trying to convey. I liked your use of words:)

[Avocations of Amber]

Thank you, Maryanne.... :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice , well written poem . Good stuff

[Avocations of Amber]

thank you...

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.