I pass the shallow pool
And the water nymphs smile up at me
Out of the water, with angelic, childlike faces
Fairies are hiding in the trees
If I look carefully I may see one
Blue, purple, brown with sparkling wings
That shimmer when they dance in the moonlight
Be quick and you might catch one
Night settles in and I must watch
For the darker things of the forest
Light a fire to keep away creatures and ghouls
Somewhere off in the distance
I hear a voice, it's calling my name
It grows louder, and clearer, until
I look up, from my book
Into my bedroom
It takes a while for the words to leave my mind
The ink stains that created images to disperse
It is only my sister searching for a lost thing
She hopes I may have
I turn back to my book
Read the words, flip the page
Absorbed, my adventure continues
I hear something, a creature
Rustling through the underbrush, coming closer
What could it be?
Quick! I must hide...........
This is a very nice poem. That is exactly how I feel about my books just like it is my own world. I lovve it well done.
This poem has a the limpid clarity of a forest pool. I don't think you need the line of introduction (You repeat it at the end, so you must be worried that the poem's meaning won't be clear) . Just have confidence in what you've written.
It was an amazing, truly amazing poem. Beautifully and spontaneously written. I was lost in the reading. The title was very catchy. You have a great poetic sensibility, Emma. Please keep writing. Best Wishes. Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem i liked it also because i love books too.