WATER NYMPH
My dear friend Elaine sent me this photograph to bring some nature into the hospital room. She is my mother's water nymph who lived in our garden since I was a child. After the house was sold Elaine took her in and she now sits on a beautiful Welsh hillside beside running water.
The poem inspired by this story is written as a sonnet, not a form I usually use. I am doing an online poetry course with the inspirational and brilliant poet and tutor Wendy Pratt and this was one of the challenges. To read her poetry and thoughts I have added a link to her page and a new one set up by Jacqui Rowe who posts beautifully crafted and moving daily haiku.
https://wendyprattpoetry.wordpress.com/
https://17haiku.wordpress.com/
WATER NYMPH
It had to
be done, the house had to sell,
emptying
daily, lives bagged and removed,
little by
little the house now a shell,
stripped of their presence, its heart removed,
stripped of their presence, its heart removed,
saving
the precious, my fragile soul bruised.
I walk in
the garden, transformed to wild as
aging curbed their entry and nature bloomed,
aging curbed their entry and nature bloomed,
lean on the silver birch, its sway brings a smile,
alongside hops robin, in red waistcoat plume,
alongside hops robin, in red waistcoat plume,
I tinkle the wind chimes in a forlorn farewell.
Her image captured and shared from distant Wales,
water nymph transplanted to mossy knell,
nestled
in leaves, gazing over lush vales.
Essence
of Garden, at peace, serene, sun blessed
by rippling brook, her heart rests in green.
by rippling brook, her heart rests in green.
© 2018 Jacqueline Knight
Cotterill. All rights reserved.
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