A Naiad awaits

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upon the mossed banks

sat the Naiad awaiting

sun beams tickled as

Faerie flittered, singing

harmonious cries

 

Wash us down now

watery sprite, we

who skip in flight

come to see you

our wings in shimmer

your thoughts well pleased

sitting by Your glittery stream

life giving, waters babble

brook forests Glen

this,our homeland

nourishing hands

keeping us protected

from those O so

dry arid sands

 

The Naiad smiled, lifting

the stream up higher

giving the moss more

life upon rock, She looks

as dew amidst the green

 

She sets awaiting

finest, silken

locks of hair 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"our wings in shimmer
your thoughts well pleased
sitting by Your glittery stream
life giving, waters babble
brook forests Glen
this,our homeland."
Something magical or folklorist about this great write. I felt the jungle of amazon of some sorts and living with the natives who are in tune with mother nature for it is their home...Pen on my friend...:)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

This is really nice. I'm a sucker for this type of thing; most of the time. Don't know why either. Perhaps it appeals to my sense of childhood or from reading all of those old turn-of-the-century romantics that loved to fantasize about Euro-folklore. Nicely done my friend.

[Souladareatease]

I thank you for the kind comment and read...but You picked one of my worst writes to start with lol...I too am a sucker for these types...I blame childhood as well ...I grew up reading a lot of mythologies and fantasy...always fun stuff...I did it no justice....but I thank you ;)

[Souladareatease]

Thank You Sami :)
Indeed folklore--I love it so!!!

[Sami Khalil]

That is what I like about it too. Any folklore adds some magic ...:)