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A poem inspired by LemKuiper's composition for guitar, "Dryad".
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Posted now as a response to the LiveVideo Ball more...- Poetry Slam!
Dryad
though midday when first
I entered this wood
the mighty oaks seem shrouded
in the light of dusk
faint notes of an unknown minstrel
waft through the air,
heightening my senses,
my surroundings now in focus
mottled sunlight dancing at my feet
narrows to a shaft racing ’cross my path
glancing from the trunk of one oak,
then another and another
my feet suddenly frozen in place,
I turn to follow its path,
strain to keep it in sight
as it dances to the music
my eyes following that light,
I glimpse a maiden shadowed by an oak,
visible for a moment,
t hen just as soon gone
again she appears, dancing it seems
to the next oak, and the next;
dancing with the light or the trees?
I cannot tell
at once, the shaft of light meets the trunk
of a massive oak and broadens,
diffuses, softens and reveals
lines softer yet
I stand in awe at the sight
of a woman as one with the tree,
a classic beauty, a nymph
awaiting dear friend Artemis
though wrapped in the strength of the oak
she is vulnerable seeming;
unwilling to hold my glance
she turns away, as do I
all that is light leaves my eyes
for a brief moment,
then returns to reveal the dusky scene
that surrounded me moments earlier
standing alone once more,
my feet no longer rooted to the ground,
I step forward and realize
the notes are fading into the distance
Copyright 2007
Ken Gierke less
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