bridge
the bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
sung over by soft rain
its roots tangled like veins
in molten centre of
Mother Earth ______
below it gurgles River of Intentions
on its banks rural maidens
with feathers in their plaits
play reed flutes
lilies grow in its crevices
whilst dragonflies sweetly hum
mothers sing rhymes
whilst suckling fat babies
spiders delicately continue
to weave below trodden cobbles
I longingly listen for the trample
of your brown leather boots on
the other side of the bridge !
[ Placed 8th : Premier Contest :
Romanticism : Sponsor : Seth Pina
April 26 ]
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