Moss, slippery and wet beneath my feet,
Covering the rock and root tangled path I traverse.
Though drenched to the bone I am in ecstasy
For my love awaits by the lake shore.
The melodic sound of the wren announces my arrival,
Yet I am unable to discern whether she is happy or agitated.
No matter, through the mist I spy my lover’s shawl
Resting lazily on a fallen oak.
I call to her, but I am offered no reply.
How perplexing is this predicament.
The mirror like stillness of the lake reveals no trace,
No footsteps point her direction.
What supernal event has befallen her?
Horrible graphic images come to mind.
Did she drown,
Did she fall victim to some unknown villain,
Was she disheartened,
Choosing to stray off as some palliative remedy?
Alas, I am alone,
The fragrant scent of patchouli wafting from her shawl,
This–the only sign she had ever existed,
But for the perfect masterpiece of her kept
By the artist, that is my mind.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8
Dom DiFrancesco 
What an exquisite poem! the last two lines are sublime:)
Thank you so much, I am glad that you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 🙂
This is gorgeous mysterious and melancholic love it XD
Thank you very much, I loved the prompt, it was so inspiring. 🙂
I am so pleased to hear that XD
You do these prompts so beautifully! 🙂
Thank you very much Jen, I have been really busy this week and haven’t gotten to do most of them, but there is always next week I suppose.
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Always next week ….!
It’s here already. Hopefully I can get my writing grove on. 🙂
Hope so too! 🙂
I’m feeling under the weather again 😥 and not feeling very “groovy” either. Oh well. We have a full week!
Thank you Jen, I hope you feel better. Hang in there my friend. 🙂
Hanging on for dear life!!!!!
I was too, I really love writing for this prompt. 🙂
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