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The Maiden
Mark C. Humphreys
(Circa. July 1995)
Who is that lovely
woman.
That young maiden
over there.
Her hair flows so
softly.
Her skin so light
and fair.
Could she be a vision?
An illusion in disguise?
To draw away my
longing gaze,
Away, from my eyes.
If I could look,
In her pools of
blue.
Would I see her
soul,
Or be trapped with
her too?
I know not what
to do.
My mind will not
concentrate.
Oh no, she is leaving.
And I can't call
for her to wait!
The vision slowly
leaves.
Its' features turn
to mist.
And as the sun doth
rise,
Her image begins
to list.
The sun's red border.
Signals the time
is near.
And the sky grows
ever brighter.
I close my eyes
in fear.
Then I open them
afraid.
That I have lost
one more glance.
And I am confronted
with her image.
In the sunlight,
beginning to dance.
She almost seems
to bekon,
Me over towards
her form.
And then in a single
flash,
I am once more alone.
I rush over immediately,
To where she stood
before.
But, nothing remains,
except the flower
she wore.
A rose so red.
Yet, a rose quite
fair.
A rose laid gently,
on the ground with
care.
I pick it up,
And look up to the
sky.
The clouds, they
dance,
Like she, gracefully
by.
And as I get lost,
Looking into the
air.
I hear her whisper,
"Look, over there."
Startled, I look,
Over towards a hill.
She stands in the
grass,
perfectly still.
She looks at me,
And seems to say.
Come back tomorrow,
Forever to stay.
Then I'm looking
at nothing.
The wind blows in
my face;
And, I think I'll
go walking,
My destination,
no place...
[N.B. - There was
a second "sequel" poem which I wrote whilst on a supper break at work.
Unfortunately, I
say was, because it was written on post-it(tm) size note paper,
which quickly posted
itself in a location I could not resolve.
Perhaps, I may find
the inspiration to re-create it and the pre-conceived conclusion after
it.
But, first things
first, finish my exams... Then the webpage... Xmas shopping... etc.
In other words,
it'll probably be a while.
Stay tuned....
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