The Dance of the Water Nymph

Despite the large orange flowering flame tree That shaded my veranda, the summer heat was intense. No amount of ice-cold beer could quench my thirst. A stone throw away was my lovely verdant wood. It lured me towards a more shadowy place. Iridescent hues filtered through high branches Of dark oak trees and stately ashes. I trod the path, dotted with dubious luminous toadstools. Distracted I mistook my normal path. A large hawthorn hedge seemed to block my way, Till I found an opening, a dreamlike scenario. There a rivulet twisted its way among the trees Growing fast till it became a pool in front of a dark deep cave. Blossoms evanescence fragrance of the wood supplanted The scent of flowing waters adorned with lotus flowers. Distant vibrant music echoed with euphonic refrains. Dancing above the hazy pool was a sight never to be forgotten. She was beauty in perfection, a palpable poetic water sprite. Spying me on the bank, she beckoned me to join her. Who could resist such a soft embrace as we danced Above the lotus covered pool while meadowlarks Accompanied us with their warbling tunes? My heart was filled with radiant love, Ethereal whispers warmed my yearning heart. Her luscious lips suddenly brushed mine. Her loving embrace charmed me into surreal ecstasy Her alluring eyes sent loving messages As somehow, I felt the pull of the upper skies, A feeling of unforgettable emotional attainment Riding the woolly cooling clouds. I woke from my trancelike riddle As I found myself back on my veranda. I had to find her again, but the sun was setting. I resigned myself to fate. Was all I saw unreal and imaginary? I desperately longed for a new morn and a new encounter. 24 May 2021 Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France