Forest

by August 22, 2013 0 comments

Chandelier hung low
Centered on a beam
It seemed too large
For the height, the room,
lights scattered and
Strewn

In the forest
The cool wind blew
A cottage retreat
A woman waiting
Tranquilly

Her hair flowing
Steps soft silent
upon the creaky floor
It spoke for her
As the fire raged
Before him

Odor of incense
Or maybe sage
Filled the senses
Hypnotized
Hazed

Glinting crystal sparkling
Lighting her face
Disguised in seductive
Amusement
But wise

Come sit here
She cooed elated
Delicate hands
Fluttering
The music started

Slowly moving room
The dance
It began
The wine soothed
Then frantic

Forest grew restless
Trees became
Jealous
storm began
Then settled

Collapsing sedated
Smiling exhausted
The rain
It silenced
They slept

editors note:

I’d like to polish her chandelier; sparkling enchantment for the next wandering soul to enter her (delightful) lair. – mh

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