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The Queen
As a child, I rested bare feet
in shimmery cool waters
of a creek, nestled deep between
rows of ancient trees and prickly brush.
The heavenly scent of wild mint
arose from the murky banks
and wildflowers were carefully
chosen to adorn my hair.
I was the Queen of something
or other, and the fish my courtiers.
At night, under a bright moon
I would wade out to the bottom
of the small waterfall and bathe.
There is something magical
about listening to the babbling
of water over rock, nestled
in the still of the night.
These days and nights were
the best of my memories.
Nothing else compares.
in shimmery cool waters
of a creek, nestled deep between
rows of ancient trees and prickly brush.
The heavenly scent of wild mint
arose from the murky banks
and wildflowers were carefully
chosen to adorn my hair.
I was the Queen of something
or other, and the fish my courtiers.
At night, under a bright moon
I would wade out to the bottom
of the small waterfall and bathe.
There is something magical
about listening to the babbling
of water over rock, nestled
in the still of the night.
These days and nights were
the best of my memories.
Nothing else compares.
Published 30th Apr 2022
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Anonymous
30th Apr 2022 3:19am
That...sounds pretty good.
9th May 2022 6:16pm
It was pretty good. I’ve longed for that simplicity in my adult life. I’ll find it again. Thanks, Em-ily.
30th Apr 2022 3:53am
It's calming, that splashing, babbling, raindrops on a tin roof feel. Tight relaxing, sleepy
9th May 2022 6:16pm
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14th May 2022 2:28am
Wow! This takes me back to elements of my own childhood and teen years... I used to always love going hiking and going exploring in forests and woods and mountains. My mother or my grandfather or both would take me to all of these great places where there was so much beauty and nature... and it felt more like home sometimes to me than my own home did. At home, we had worries and problems, but when we went out to those beautiful places... all our problems seemed to melt away for a time and we just felt so much peace! When I got into my mid to late teens, I took to going off and hiking and exploring a lot on my own... and I had a lot of deeply spiritual and magical experiences during those odd little adventures of mine. One of my favorite memories was of this one park where they had this big, wide stream that ran through the whole place, with an old wooden bridge going across it. Me and my friends, or me and my date at the time, would go and put our feet in the water and sometimes we would even jump in and splash around... just having innocent, childlike fun no matter what our ages were at the time. Whenever we went to those places, we always made a day of it too, and came home around dusk... the sunsets driving home from those places were always magical to me too; and seeing them, was one of my fondest memories from growing up. Beautiful poem here! Thanks for sharing it... so many great works of yours, it is hard to choose favorites. :)
23rd Jun 2022 3:48am
Feels like a spiritual poem, connecting to water and nature, the moon and all the natural elements.
Excellent spill.
Excellent spill.
