Gwendolyn
An exotic little girl in an illuminating white gown,
is curled gazing into a brook at her own reflection.
Far from prying eyes of her birth town,
She listens to the magical mythical water for guidance and direction!
This tiny little clearing is her own private place.
The strong smell of jasmine comes from thousands of flowers.
The stream is so clear she can see every detail of her angelic face;
And though a myth, in this tiny haven she'll spend countless hours.
Here among the suns' rays surrounded by beauty so pure;
She spends most of her days crouched by the magical waters waiting for a cure!
Studying the sing-song conversation of the magical waters from her reflection.
Deep in her body she feels the vibration, and she begins to mend back into
perfection!
She feels the sun upon her pale skin,
and knows this is a place of enchanting lore.
This magical mythical haven has made her believe again,
and back through the clear water she enters the forgotten door!
*Note: A combination of rhyme and couplet so I'm putting form as rhyme
For Deborah Guzzi's "Myth" contest
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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