In the frail first light he saw her

Unreal and sudden through lifting mist

Bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh

Earth-maker’s prize creation

To satisfy his hearts desires.

She raised her head slowly,

Hair falling softly from her face

Dripped rain-drop jewels

Upon her delicate skin

And eyes that held eternity

Found their reflection in his own.

Trembling, she held her hand out to him

And wordlessly he came to her

Reached down and took it in his own

He drew her to him tenderly

Held her close and loved her perfectly.

Chrystabell © July 2015.

[This is the 3rd of the 3 poems I am entering for the Shoreham ‘wordfest’ competition. The words in bold are from one of Ted Walker’s poems.]


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