The Well At Wondermore
With silver moss attached to cooling stone
obliquely set beyond the garden path
a dizzy spiral caught me there alone
In echoes my reflection darkly laughed
and drank the stagnant water with a grin
a gaze to the above on my behalf
while I looked down to depths I found within
composed and yet unraveling to see
a wish I cast two years ago and ten
held in my hand's reflection gingerly
for I had never truly let it go
and, truth be told, it still was holding me.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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