Barefooted Sprite

A hopeful dream; perhaps not!

Barefooted Sprite

Subtle flower-patterned perfumed whispers

Carried ‘cross verdant green spongy moss

Announced arrival of a barefooted sprite

Angelically she danced among pale floras’

To the chorus songs of forest glade thrush

Slow spinning in gown of layered creamy silk

She was conscious of my watching captivation

As teasingly turned a sultry glimpse my way

Finger gesturing to chase after her attractions

No fortitude to resist her mystical magnetism

Drew my stumbling steps urgently on a path

Towards her secret forest ivy covered cottage

Lush lavender in abundance perfumed the air

The carpet to her rich red rose dressed abode

Where once again she beckoned come inside

Weeping willow curtains adored round windows

With fashioned oak branched furnishings about

And petal topped table had been prepared to dine

Eating wild strawberries marinated in champagne

It was almost like she anticipated our encounter

And had been no accident but somewhat her design

Intoxication of my infatuations were exhilarating

Exchanging pleasures under room lit moonbeams

Until we feel asleep entwined in each other’s arms

Awakening found me in a bed of supple bluebells

With morning’s bright fresh breezes stirring soul

And supposed a dream but for strawberry stains

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Ha! Fantasy? Dream? Wish? Eloquently and lyrically told- embellished with your sprite-ly (!) imagination Phill...You paint gossamer brushtrokes of laces and ribbons , fragranced with wild strawberries and lavender. Beautiful form, flow, cadence, sensuous yet innocent imagery. Love the poem and the forest reverie...

[barleygirl]

This sounds a lot like my own forest fantasies, except your writing is done with much more of a flourish, as far as heaping on adverbs & adjectives to create a somewhat ornate forest (mine are usually sparse). I love that your descriptions are all the things I love already, but the way you express the entire scene is so different from my own inclinations, it’s both an inspiration & just a moment to sit in awe at your amazing level of embellishment. I got a flash as I was reading, and this is what the lesson of your story could be: “be ready for the possibilities.” This is a great parable to show instead of tell. We all need to be open to anything that might happen by, no matter how outlandish. As writers, we have an advantage becuz we practice being open to whatever words pop into our heads! *smile* Beautiful poem with delicate tip-toeing cadence (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Steph_F90]

Ohhh I love this! Rich in description and I especially love the last verse. The descriptive nature perhaps points to the more 'lucid' type of dreaming. Thoroughly enjoyable read. :)

[evelynnoir]

A beautiful depiction of a personal mythical fantasy - eloquently written with a musical tone. Lovely :)