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.]