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Poetic License: Please, not another valentine

By Staff | Feb 17, 2016

(The Wood Nymph)

From the forests of reverie

She calls again to me,

Dryad of my dreams,

Forever young and timeless,

Radiant in the heavy light.

She lures me through thick brush

And stands of trees

To lie with me beside the brook

And we begin to love each other

As always before —

Alas, she will not let me see

Beyond her mask, her magic lies in mystery.

If I pull her mask to set her free

Gone will she be and gone my reverie —

And trees of the forest will cry out to me:

“La ninfa del bosque no est aqu.”

ArtPoem: Joseph Pacheco

Inspired by Artist Ava Roeder

ArtPoems celebrates its 10th Anniversary on Saturday, February 27th, 7:00 PM at BIG Arts Schein Hall