She Danced. I loved. She Left.

by Ben Pickard   May 13, 2020


She danced beneath the bluebell's shade
And in the woods and by the glades.
I watched her bathe and grace the streams
Where eddies swirl and sunlight gleams.
Her natural form - her naked breasts -
Would leave my heart and soul possessed.
But then the moon would steal the sun
And leave my hopes and dreams undone:
The little sylph - my woodland sprite -
Would never dance for me at night.
And so the sun and so the moon
And so the love that died too soon.


Ben Pickard 2020


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  • 1 month ago

    by cassie hughes

    I love how lyrical the whole poem is in word and form. Gorgeous.

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Glad you liked it, Cassie.
      Take care

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Beautiful Ben, you just slay me..

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