Galaylah

Galaylah

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

She rises from the limpid pool
Silvery beads cling to flesh
Clothing her in brilliant shimmer.

Lovely shining tresses spiral
Down over slim shoulders
Framing her beautiful face.

Eyes of moon silver, lips of rose
Grace her fair visage.

And I ...

I can do naught, caught as I am
in this dazzling vision of ascension.

© 2012 Judy Ponceby


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This scores...like Actaeon the hunter catching the forbidden sight of Artemis's nudity. One of your best, Judy.

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You did very, very well...
even I can see her behind my eyes.

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Posted 8 Years Ago


Omg Judy this is cool! I'm bowing at your feet. Not worthy! The vision stirs my soul. xo 100/100

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Posted 8 Years Ago


Very Celtic, like a Goddess-nymph bathing. Since Dryads are too sneaky to be caught like that. Imaginative write Judy.

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Added on November 27, 2011
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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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