An Island Hut
in the far fringe of a woody island
with a river slithering along in gentle leaps
and a mud road stretching behind
there is a solitary hut
visible through the patches
of light and shadow
with its precincts lapped by the waves
and the rich alluvial soil
engendering trees of robust growth
in it, live a man and wife
a pair made for each other!
their likes and longings
blend and bleed into oneness
they grow in the joy of a living love
making life a celebration in a rare way
their humble hut is always blessed
by seasonal fruits from trees of tropical kind
where giant trees stand watch over
loaded with jack fruits and tangy mangoes
with creepers in greener leaves
and their foliage, ever in a merry dance
latching and intertwining their tendrils
their dinner, rich with fresh fish
caught through angling
in which both engage in the evenings
in the air, there is a subdued roar
made by the swish and swirls of life
but in the silent interstices
between the rush and blur
there descends a heavenly peace
when their souls go on a dance
making theirs a happy home
sweeter than all mansions of gold
A Strand (1047) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2021
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