Song of the Willow

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 24 Jan 2012

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10 comments

Helice flirtatious as the Willow,
you hang suspended...your limbs
bow down as in a divine dream,

your enchantment a mystery...
a nymph through water you
formulate...for you are the muse
every man and woman honours...

a song of the Willow, casts its magic
in the deepest depths of the mind...
entrancing all those enticed to lay
quietly beneath the bough, a hushed
silence...peaceful...but for the rustle
of her delicate leaves, and the sleepy
ripple...ruffled by a gentle breeze.

Comments

Another really beautiful

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Tue, 2012-01-24 17:04

Another really beautiful poem, Jenny. Just a very minor point...'its'...shouldn't have an apostrophe, in the first line of the third stanza. You really do love your trees, don't you Jenny? This is another fine example of that;-) Tina

Dear Tina, again thankyou so

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Tue, 2012-01-24 17:20

Dear Tina, again thankyou so much for your help. You are so right, I really do love trees, but then I think you do too. I'm so glad you enjoyed reading this and as you know I really do appreciate your feedback. Thankyou again so much. Jenny.

"a nymph through water".

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Tue, 2012-01-24 21:20

"a nymph through water". Super in the context of the piece. Thanks for sharing.

Beautiful...I loved trees

Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on Tue, 2012-01-24 22:05

Beautiful...I loved trees that I could hide in, without climbing them.. ;) Chris xxx

I thought this was really

Permalink Submitted by TVR on Tue, 2012-01-24 23:08

I thought this was really good, Jenny. So many lovely pictures here and I really do not think that there is a word wasted - strong stanzas, and I know I've said it before, but you do get better and better and continue to delight your readers. I just adore this: a song of the Willow, casts its magic in the deepest depths of the mind... entrancing all those enticed to lay quietly beneath the bough, a hushed silence...peaceful...but for the rustle of her delicate leaves, and the sleepy ripple...ruffled by a gentle breeze. A beautiful poem. Great stuff! sue

TVR

Hi there scratch, so kind of

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2012-01-25 10:47

Hi there scratch, so kind of you to read this poem. The line you picked up on, was quite meaningful to me, so I was glad you liked it. Thankyou for sharing your thoughts and for letting me know, always appreciated. Jenny.

Good morning Chris, I

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2012-01-25 10:50

Good morning Chris, I totally agree with you, about hiding in trees, that you don't have to actually climb, the willow is perfect for this game. so glad you enjoyed reading this and I do appreciate you telling me. Thankyou. Jenny.xxx

Good morning sue, well I

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2012-01-25 10:54

Good morning sue, well I think you said it all in your kind words. Those are certainly my favourite lines, I just imagined laying under a willow, with the sun glinting through the leaves and the gentle ripple of a the water. Oh'! to dream. Anyway back to reality, your words are always appreciated and thankyou for your wonderful comments. Jenny.

I call them Weeping Willows

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Thu, 2012-01-26 20:48

I call them Weeping Willows and always will. Thanks for sharing Jenn.. ;)Pia

Hi Pia, I know what you

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Thu, 2012-01-26 22:24

Hi Pia, I know what you mean, they are such a beautiful trees, with such delicate leaves and weeping, is certainly what they do, but in a gentle, flimsy way, almost like a cascade. Thankyou for reading and sharing your thoughts, always appreciated. Jenny.