poor dryad
even her tree denies her
there is only the cold now
to embrace her
only a sleep
that murmurs
of an improbable spring
in her frozen ears
even her tree denies her
there is only the cold now
to embrace her
only a sleep
that murmurs
of an improbable spring
in her frozen ears
23 comments:
Even without that picture, this would be wonderful! What a gorgeous picture, though. In what magical forest does this lady sleep?
You don't post often, but when you do, it's always of high quality!
Yes, poor dryad! She makes me want to cover her with evergreen boughs. But, no matter how it seems now, there is nothing sweeter than to be a tree spirit in summer, and the summer will not fail to return and restore her to joy!
Speaking of joy, I am glad to see a post from you, Vesper. :-) You are cruel, and starve us, and yet when you do appear, you bring such confections that we immediately forgive you and purr contentedly, reading, again!
Oh you must be cold up there in that Northern place you live. I love your words here, so well suited with the picture which was just, well, strange, a very strange vision indeed! It will come, that spring...
The cold cloaks
her with it's own
special blanket
drawing from her warmth
needed evolution.
Her tree
will soon enough
leaf and bloom
because of a short seasons cold
but nurturing touch.
Gorgeous picture and a lovely poem. Tell her, 'Just a little longer...'
I love the way you view the world, Vesper. Thanks for giving us all a quick peek through your window.
And may spring arrive soon for all our sakes :).
Great piece. Meshes so well with the image of the statue in the snow.
What a timely poem in light of the blizzard our Mid-Atlantic states have just suffered! I know you have more than your share of snow, too, Vesper.
What an incredible picture. Is this poor wood nymph near you?
Your words are enchanting and a little sad:
"only the cold to embrace her..."
Excellent poem stemming from a very interesting photo. With admiration...
Those are two very haunting photos, Vesper. And that cold looks and feels so relentless... about as relentless as that winter that won't give up. But I agree with Cat... the spring will come, indeed!
Nevine
Mesmerizingly beautiful.
Warm regards,
Simone
Karen, she sleeps in my back yard... She was standing until a few days ago – I don’t know what happened, maybe she was really tired… :-)
Thank you for your kind words, my friend.
Oh, dear Fireblossom, how I wish I were just cruel and not overwhelmed by extraneous things… But your purr lifts my burden, if only for a moment, and I am grateful for that! :-)
Sweet Cat, cold outside, cold inside… Thank you! Yes, it was strange to see her like that, as if she’d gained some life of her own only to go to sleep. Now it makes me think of Prosper Merimee’s short story “La Venus d’Ille”…
Mark, that you have taken again the time to write a soothing poem as a response means immensely to me. Thank you, my friend!
Thank you so much, Aniket! I will… :-)
Marilyn, I hope so! Thank you for your very kind words. :-)
Thank you, Charles! This time this find in my backyard inspired the words…
Kaye, I’ve heard, you had a lot of snow. Not so much here, but it’s so persistent as it holds hands with the ruthless cold.
That’s my garden nymph, but she seems to have become tired lately…
Thank you for your words of appreciation.
Thank you, Nevine. And you are right; the cold is all that and more…
Simone, thank you so much!
I felt so sorry for the dryad that I wanted to pick her up out of the snow and clean her off!
Then, after a while passed I began to think of her as a symbol of impossibly distant love and that was so poignant that I slipped it melancholy.
See what effect you and your works have on poor mountain men?
That picture will give you the shivers. A fitting verse.
I'm staggered by the photo, too. And those shadows falling over her...
Winter dreams are quiet, muffled things, barely daring to breathe. "A sleep that murmurs" in "her frozen ears" is perfect. I hope she can hear the daffodils waiting to bloom.
Melancholy, but lovely, Vesper.
both the photos and the poem are so dreamlike, haunting, inspiring and sad, Vesper.
hang on there, dear dryad - winter happens. it comes and stays, but will go.
needs but the kiss of her prince to restore her to her former warm and loving self!
nicely done, v :)
word verif: nocenono
That is so absolutely, strikingly beautiful.
Your words are the perfect match for those images.
Thank you!
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Magic. Sheer magic.
Thank you, Vesper.
Rick, a poor mountain man… :-) but, oh, so chivalrous. I am grateful to you for letting me know of this effect… And now I shall think of the impossibly distant love…
Bernard, thank you! Ah, you and California… :-)
Sarah, there are lilies of the valley where she “sleeps”… Maybe she can hear them. Thank you for your beautiful words. xo
SzélsőFa, now that you’re saying it, it does look like a dream… Thank you, dear friend, for your kind words.
LW, I forgot about the prince! Yes, thank you! :-)
Thank you, dear Scarlett & Viaggiatore! Your words of appreciation make my heart sing… :-)
Bernita, thank you! Your mentioning of “magic” makes me think of a (somehow weird) fairytale…
How could I have missed this? I would love to know the story behind this picture...like why they chose to lay her beneath the tree. As always, your words seem meant-to-be :)
Happy Valentine's Day, Vesper
L.A., thank you!
This statue is in my back yard. It was standing next to that very old maple tree, with two firs on each side. One morning, little more than a week ago, I discovered it lying in the snow. I don't know how it fell. One can only imagine... :-)
oh! this is achingly hard to read.
you are a goddess with words -
marrying econmical use of words
with elegance.
Cynthia, thank you so much...
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