David Sermersheim Poet Ballad

Her Flaxen Hair

water runs full free and fast
flowing down cliffs 
through meadow and marsh
carrying effluent on its back

time rules the hour
wheels turn winds blow
over fields of grain 
swaying like waves
rolling with the tide

and her flaxen hair streamed		
like silk ribbons flowing
golden and fair as she rode
in the balmy summer air			
						
she rode across meadows			
stretched long and wide			
like a dark messenger			
on a mission to hell			

she paused beside a soft sandy mound
that breathed a sigh 
and a message ushered forth
from deep within its depths
only she understood

then turned mounted her ride
and rode into the wind with abandon
her flaxen hair streaming 
like fine silk ribbons trailing behind

she never looked back
at what was left behind
she rode and her flamen hair
flowed full and free 
on the soft balmy breeze
riding by her side

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Dean Wood May 31, 2017 at 10:16 AM Very descriptive! You paint with words. Just enough abstract here to make me have to pay attention and think about what its about. Enjoyed it! David Sermersheim May 31, 2017 at 11:04 AM Dear Dean, Thank you very muchfor your kind comments: I am most grateful. I wrote a comment on your poem, "How Sambo Made HIs Millions", but I don't know if you'll receive it. If not, I'll write another. Thanks, David Sermersheim