Below, I have written a sonnet. Greek mythology usually finds a way into my poems. I began work on this last night.
As the lovely lilies sway by the wild wind,
summer's evening grace does begin,
The muses now sing of a nymph,
her presence transcends all other myths.
As a lady among the forest trees,
she is a fair sight for all to see,
she dances as she makes a melody,
her laurel wreath is her great glory.
Oh muses, forbid me not of my sight,
let my poetry praise her as I write,
that in all of the garden greenwood,
this nymph is the picture of maidenhood.
As sure as sweet summer ends,
let this labored love make amends.
I'm amazed you wrote these so talentedly, yet so quickly! I definitely can't do that. Beautiful imagery. Whitney
ReplyDeleteThank you, Whitney!
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