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