Her winsome smile belied her secret essence
A temptress and siren
Given to saturnine quintessence
And I a man of placid and calm complexion
Became ever more umbrageous
With each stranger she offered affection
Ciara Cybelle chose to take her chances
Unconcerned by my mood
Continued her frenzied romances
She swooned at my charm
And laughed at my wit
And yet held to another man’s arm
Ciara Cybelle a nymph out of hell
Twisting a man
With her temptress spell
I had to make her understand
She simply had to see
I must be her only man
But Ciara Cybelle laughed instead
Eyes flashing fire
She brazenly said
The likes of me would never know
The deliciousness
Of the charms she would bestow
On other men she found fairer
Then in a rage
I struck in blind error
And carefree Ciara Cybelle
Lay shattered and still
At my feet where she fell
To the dark waters I fed
The alabaster body
Of Ciara Cybelle dead
Now benthic stillness of cimmerian depths
Disturbed by the pale lifeless limbs
Of Ciara Cybelle
Now tumescent and water pruned
The once sempiternal beauty
Forever ruined
Through the breeze driven fluttering foliage
sunlight licks lasciviously upon her skin.
Through the diaphanous dress that surrounds her
it warms her as her frenzied frolic begins.
In her rarefied rapture she prances,
ending sublime stasis from the night before
when suitor satyrs did woo her,
a legend legacy from days of yore.
Now alone in her wandering woodland
she dances dangerously close to free,
to the magical music of birdsong,
lithe limbs twisting beneath her trees.
She tosses tousled hair to the morning,
with artistic abandon she flies,
among the sun speckled leaves of her true loves
who brush branches to signal their sighs.
.
'long thuh long
arm
hern rests
Purty
her legz
drape each it's
side
"comfortably"
thuh poet writes
Her belly
firm 'gainst it's girth
whilst
her chin rests in her
propped up mitt via
hern petite's taut
arm
And whilst her visage
smilez
she starez up
"Ahh" herz gasps
peek'n through thuh
canopy
az she spy'z an eagle
spiral'in thuh open
Her curious guess
"it's spy'n
my beauty"
Bitesize Contest No117 Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Sprinkled with star dust, bathed in moonlight,
Sweeping her wispy guise into the velvet night.
Captured by her love of dance, so impressive,
The essence of romance, intricate and expressive.
Her movements defied subjective reasoning to feel.
Not human, a vision, no heart. A nymph isn’t real.
Luna beckon's a siren's song
To reach the crescent moon,
she awakens before the water serpents arise,
and sea merchants sailing in from shores nearby
At crack of dawn and drawn to flickering lights,
night's natator of the bluest sea
zigzag's through the starfish
Caught in a seaweed beaded necklace,
tangled in nets sailors left adrift,
she reaches the open prismatic sky
A rainbow parrot fish tail flips over
smoothed sea glass rock
A siren goddess appears
Multicolored moments, eyes dilate
as indigo hues glow—it blankets
in silhouettes upon flowing strands of hair
Embracing the early morn with a sigh,
mystified mermaid from deep underwater
her thumping heart beats calm, in sync
with the crashing wave as it trickles down
A phenomenal crescent moon luminescent
As a cool salty wash laps the rocky shore,
it recedes with sizzling sounds leaving
pocket holes in the wet sand
Dawn calls with haunting cries,
she sings a siren's song
sea nymph falling prey
to harsh world realities
~ love overrated
Inspired by Ondine which is a play written in 1938 by French dramatist Jean Giraudoux, based on the 1811 novella Undine by the German Romantic Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Born of deep waters
But hiding secret longings
Which yearns for the air above
Changing skin daily
The black nymph dreams of the day
It could escape the dank mud
'Til the hard shell cracks
Iridescent wings unfold
It emerged as life transformed
Freed from the cold stream
Now belonging to the skies
Yet, bound by mires of the past
It flies close to the ripples
A POEM FOR ANGITIA:
a paraphrased of Silius Italicus (c26-191 CE)
Angitia the Daughter of Eeta the Sun
And the Sea-nymph Persa
Was first to use herbs
In magic and wellness.
She is Mistress of Venoms.
She murmurs by the stream
To draw down the Moon.
By her command the river is held back.
The mountains and the forests become still.
.
she knows
Yahweh
she knows
Yeshua
she preyed
to
know
mine
.
'pon
yesss
'pon
the acres uv
lavender
there
whut the poet
longs for
the sparkling
slight
clad in crystal
blue
with
sparkling diaphanous
wingz
spining
tumbling with blue crystals
spilling in circles
the Spring wind
touching it's
soft
cauzing
gentle slow
rise
the artist enthralled
for the Sun outlines
too the taut through that
diaphanous
frock
i don't want anyone to look at me.
i disgust myself.
the way i am makes me sick.
if i could change, I would.
i can't, so instead i lock myself up.
i’ll fix myself one day.
when i have more energy.
not today, probably not tomorrow either.
you called me a mythical creature, did you mean a tiyanak or a nymph?
Dancing in the moonlight the gorgeous forest nymph showed truth.
The woods became completely silent as they watched dear Ruth.
She is a child grown from tree roots, the oaks said, claiming her.
Her ambitions and ideas are well-thought out, she has a kindness pure.
Accidentally I stumbled on the hidden pool,
I saw her there among the sedge, so lovely and cool,
"Come swim with me," she smiled in an angelic way.
Euphorically my heart beat fast with radiant sway.
How fast I swam towards that heavenly vision,
Only to see her vanish in a colourful prism.
Like a nymph walking through the woods,
She glides soundlessly through the trees,
Remembering their lost childhoods,
She lifts her face to feel the breeze,
And soft leaves crunch under her feet;
She glides soundlessly through the trees,
Her head moves in tune with the tweet,
Obscuring her tears as they fall,
And soft leaves crunch under her feet,
Around her heart, she's built a wall,
Which crumbles here amidst the leaves,
Obscuring her tears as they fall,
Her soul heavy, their deaths she grieves,
In silence, mourning for their love,
Which crumbles here amidst the leaves,
She knows they're watching from above,
Like a nymph walking through the woods,
In silence, mourning for their love,
Remembering their lost childhoods.
She danced under milky moonlight,
Lithely swaying to starry strains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He watched her waltz - a graceful sight,
Heeding no decorum constrains,
She danced under milky moonlight;
In the shadows, it seemed just right
That she would set alight the plains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
Stopping his heart took all his might,
As it raced to her without reins,
She danced under milky moonlight;
She knew he was watching, her knight,
To impress him, she took all pains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He joined her dance, what a delight!
Holding his hands without restrains,
She danced under milky moonlight,
Twirling like a nymph of the night.
12th November 2022
For L Milton Hankins' "Third-person Villanelle" contest
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