The Nymph That Came To Life - For My Granddaughter Meritxell Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The Nymph That Came To Life - For My Granddaughter Meritxell



Clothed in grey
the garden nymph
stood all day
on a concrete plinth.

Dull and drab
as ashen granite
she stood, stone slab,
silent, inanimate.

Till that one
day I saw her wear,
in the dazzling sun
as she stood there,
a crimson butterfly in her grey hair.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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