Ephemereal
Who is this woman?
Who has made a sudden apparition?
Who lilted as she turned to look at me through the silvery haze of the fog,
Her Compelling, and faint yet loud to the senses,
, gorgeous musky scent, complemented by notes of bergamot, milk and honey.
Her surreptitious figure snaking through the narrow and urban streets.
As she evocatively turned her head in an inviting manner,
Yet through the thin grey-flannel mist,
I saw her brown chatoyant eyes peer at my staggering figure,
Trying to get towards them.
Her lithe figure snaked past all the urbane shops,
Trying to get the sweet scents of the exotic pomegranates,
Sitting on the red blankets of the shop fronts.
I kept on following,
The woman’s effortlessly unbroken flow of hazel hair,
That gave off a slight smell of strawberries and cream.
I realized then,
As I closed nearer to her,
She gave off almost every pleasant incense that I could remember,
As the gap between us shortened,
She turned her face and started,
Walking backwards,
In a lilting way,
Whilst facing me.
Her twinkling eyes looked like helix nebulae,
Many hues of color;
if you looked closely,
But from far, only just one.
Her thin lips,
the romantic insignia of innocence and youth,
and her pearl white teeth,
seemed to have a slight unevenness,
an imperfection that just made her purer.
Her chiseled yet very slightly chubby face,
Tilted in a suggestive manner,
Her small dimple in her right cheek,
Pierced so lovingly into her face as she smiled.
Her hands swung low and blithely by her side,
And her slender fingers,
Slightly moving,
Rhythmically,
To the sound and tempo,
Of the whistling wind.
She finally broke into a slight run,
And so,
I followed,
Until her run broke into a leap,
And she began elegantly leaping,
From shop front to shop front,
Her aesthetic white dress,
Slinking serenely through and out of her lissome legs,
Until finally she seemed to give a playful smile,
And a wave,
Her face turned, and she jumped,
Directly into a wall,
And then had I realized,
How much I had followed her,
I was attuned to her movements,
I hypnotically did the same,
Until I saw her stop mid-air ;
And give a sorry smile,
As I jumped, and fell, through the wall,
Right back onto my bed.
- Sakushla pannila year 7
Copyright © Sakushla Gunasekara | Year Posted 2019
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