Primeval

Oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined, And hold me to your ancient emerald breast - I long to hear those thrums within, the pulse of thickets vined, And feel your misty essence fill my chest. Oh let your warming whispers brush the tympans of my ears, With sultry songs of woodland mysteries - Face-to-sky I'm pattered with your maze's torrid tears, As heaven weeps your primal histories. Your canopy, breeze-tickled, shakes its tresses high aloft, To daub upon my cheek your orchid breath - Whisp'ring o'er the blooms and dells to shrug their shoulders, soft, Through tragic tangles worthy of Macbeth. Your winding streams and waterfalls, your scents of sweet and spice, Sing songs of wooded wonder, rare and rife - I pray aloud a blessing for this perfect paradise, And all such spots divine, the blooms ... of life. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Select 2 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Picturesque" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.