Thursday photo prompt: Painted #writephoto
This week Sue Vincent has chosen a rather lovely image for the prompt.
Shades of Monet there, I think…
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a rather oriental red bridge over a pool covered with waterlilies and surrounded by trees.
Woodland Scent
What lies beyond the red bridge?
Tantalising, teasing, a sound calling me
Daring me to fight my way through the trees
I cross over the shining lily pond
Following the sweet melancholy sound
Of someone singing
Their sorrow filled the air
I felt it, a delicate touch
A small hand brushing against my skin
The scent of woodland must be messing with my head
I reach a clearing where a large tree had fallen
I sat awhile, the strange sound surrounding my head
Again, the touch on my arm
There she sat, beside me
Her eyes the colour of moonlight
Her hair, fallen snow, so delicate
One touch would crush her
I dare not move for fear she would vanish
So beautiful a wood nymph
As any painter would wish to put on canvas
I thought of Monet
How well she would look on his lily pond
Her tiny frame would not look out of place
Realising that the singing had stopped
I remember thinking I had not seen her mouth moving
Her words entered my head
You must save the woodlands
We are many, unseen by human eyes
We need the trees to protect us, to live…
With one last touch against my skin, she vanished.
My mind turned upside down
As I walked back across the bridge
Turning to take one last look
I swear I could see her sitting on a lily pad…
©anitadawes 2020
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