A small garden, lush with flowers
Pinks and whites and lavenders
Specked with candles in colored glass
Strolled two young and handsome lovers.
The moon was half a glass of wine,
The stars were shards of shattered glass.
The water tumbled through its bed
Where the gentleman walked beside his lass.
The grass wrapped around their ankles
As the candlelight dappled the stream
And the stones shone white in the moon
But none outshone the young girl’s beam.
And I sat on my windowsill,
Watching with a smile for the two,
As I picked up my rough wooden flute
And began to play a romantic tune.
Sophia, your poem is brilliant. Very romantic and full of beautiful images. Well done!
Very nice. The last stanza is the best-I think-for it frames the speaker's perspective. Well done. Context, context, and context.....
Outstanding imagery, you have a splendid talent.Well done Patricia Gale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what an enchanting poem, absolutely beautiful. i'm glad that there is still some romance left in the world. 'you old romantic'. i hope that you get your chance to be that girl in the garden. x