Cool pool under the tall waterfall.
Seen through the sheer lattice
Of resounding water.
Which I part to suffer the pleasure
Of its sudden sprays of icy fire.
Look upwards but abandon the sun's rays
As I swoop below into this font of paradise,
Of my renewal,
Absorbing now my natural apparel.
As I swirl and roll within the water's endless dance.
I need no name for this new baptism.
It suffices to be alone and calm
My spirit free of all external dalliance
Anonymous, transformed
Into a water nymph,
Tactile as the breath of silence.
loving the tale your are sharing here, the visuals unfolding whilst reading it is glorious...
The pool referred to is at Ingleton Falls in North Yorkshire. There's a steady gentle climb from the car park at Ingleton Village (famous as a centre for caving) . The pool beneath the Falls is fairly wide and deep enough for swimming. If you're ever in North Yorks let me know. It is worth a visit and I'll send you directions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Swimming gives nice feeling. I have lots of memories of my teenage of swimming. Really you have expressed very nicely. Resounding of water under pool of waterfall gives immense pleasure. Spirit remains free from external dilemmas at this time. Breath of silence matters a lot for happiness. EXCELLENT Poem this is....10
Yes, i love swimming. I'm naturally buoyant in water tho I'm quite slim. Find it hard to swim under water though.