The Nymph Will Not Wilt, Poem 1: Youth
Fantasy poetry project
This is the first poem in a fantastical poetry series called ‘The Nymph Will Not Wilt’. It features a mythical nymph-like figure who embodies all the beautiful aspects of nature. Her charm is something that’s admired for its youthfulness and vitality, but as all things touched by time, she, too, will have to face the idea of mortality.
The Nymph Will Not Wilt, Poem 1: Youth / Zeta Ferrer
The birds sang to her every step,
and frost blushed and unclenched its teeth,
thawing when it saw her.
The scent of her passing lingered
like a whiff of early spring,
all green hushed in her wake.
Her body, the flesh of the forest,
hair grown from willow bark
and from lush, velvet moss.
Envied by the flowers she was
for her blessed youthful lips, rose-pink;
for her smooth, radiant skin.
By the pool where the birches grow,
where the wind helps the trees
lean a little closer to get but a touch,
she cast a glance to the water
and noticed the curve of her shoulder
shimmering like a hill adorned by sunlight.
She stilled the water with a smile
and it, spellbound, into a mirror froze.
In her reflection it unveiled
the image of all beautiful things,
and yet, to her it was as natural
as it was to breathe.
The next poem in the series:
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Nice moment captured in nature
Very well done