To Be A Nymph Poem by Ghislaine Vandevoorde
To Be A Nymph
to the escapades
of my frivolities
I would fly naked
in the sound of my
wild wings
I don't know what it is.
the horizon of the
distant lands
nor the greatness
to be a nymph
I'd be flying randomly
in new stories
I would paint in the red of
my blood without art-
©gilly20190111
*original french
Monday, August 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
original french:
d'être nymphe
aux escapades
de mes frivolités
je volerais nue
dans le son de mes
ailes sauvages
je ne connais
l'horizon des
pays lointains
ni la grandeur
d'être nymphe
je volerais vers le hasard
dans de nouvelles histoires
je peindrais au rouge de
mon sang sans art-
©gilly20190111
d'être nymphe
aux escapades
de mes frivolités
je volerais nue
dans le son de mes
ailes sauvages
je ne connais
l'horizon des
pays lointains
ni la grandeur
d'être nymphe
je volerais vers le hasard
dans de nouvelles histoires
je peindrais au rouge de
mon sang sans art-
©gilly20190111
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