The Maiden, Not Forgotten

Read this while listening to harp music to feel true peace.

Wending through the olive trees

Spiraling along the river, gentle

Was a voice as sweet as nectar

Jubilance in its bliss

 

Across the garden glades

Lay a maiden, so fair

Rose, lavender, cinnamon, she was

Sweet and zesty, sparkling and striking

 

Hair was flowing so softly

The wind caressing fondly

The gentlest creature

The Gods had yet borne

 

Sweet maiden,

With her voice of ambrosia

Left the world behind

Cradled in the fields of forever

 

Her words whisked away

The song lost in history

But the world shall not forget

The blossom that is the maiden

Reviews

[Riddhi]

Great work...just one word can suit it best and that is awesome..When i was reading this poem , i felt as if a picture was painted before my eyes...such was the impact of your words....i indeed enjoyed this poem a lot....I want to give you one advice...next time whenever you write a poem try some rhyming scheme like abab , or aabb ...it will make your poem even more beautiful....i am very eager to read your next writing...Keep on writing and thanks for sharing...
Riddhi