Not a soul in sight
As twilight darkened
Turning the sky
An ominous shade
Of brooding violet
Mirroring the ancient lake
That sat pondering in silence
Boats floated atop
Their shadows
Doubling the count
Adding to the mysterious darkness
That crept from all sides
Scattered, the brown rocks
Waited-
For the waves to ripple
For the boats to sail
For the unseen presence
To shatter
To give up & go away
To leave them in peace
That was snatched years ago
By a wrinkled figure
Whose curse turned the lake lifeless.
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Was so engrossed in your beautiful words that for a moment I had this urge of sailing through the waters and in the boat as shown in the lovely painting. Mesmerizing!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jyoti :)
DeleteIt has been a wish of mine to sail on an empty river.
😊😊
DeleteThat is a poem that tells a tale beautifully. Your skill in using words to express an emotion is par excellence.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jai :D
DeleteVery atmospheric indeed.
ReplyDeleteIt kept me gripped.
Reminded me of The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Tennyson.
Thank you so much, Arti :)
DeleteAh, time to reread the poem. Thank you for mentioning it.
This is so dark in more ways than one. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Keith. :)
DeleteI was surprised by the turn it took, considering Amethyst is my favorite. The painting had more power than the word.
Mesmerizing Srivalli. I was just engrossed in the poem. Lovely. Your poems are always so soothing to read. You write magical.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, dear. :D
DeleteLovely poem, great atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteL is for Landscapes
Thank you so much, Frederique :)
DeleteBeautifully dark! ah!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, P. :)
DeleteOh didn't expect the dark ending.... Beautifully penned... I love the river's so much myself that I can't believe the rocks wanted them to be left alone... I would have loved to be the rocks on the river side but yeah not under a spell ofcourse :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ira. :) It was unexpected, even for me. But it fit the painting so I didn't try to rewrite it. :)
DeleteThis one really pulled me into the story. Lovely poem.Weekends In Maine
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! :)
DeleteEerie stuff...and yet so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe lines "Boats floated atop / Their shadows / Doubling the count" created some beautiful imagery. It seemed so peaceful at the beginning. The ending completely changed the feeling. Well done!
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