There She Was – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



dVerse – Poetics – Temperature



“Licence my roving hands …”  John Donne

There She Was

Where paths lead,
the abiding question
niggling at my core,
river bend
or river pool stroll
and so it was,
waterhens idled
and the water was velvet
under the spell of lilies
those sirens of fertility,
and there she was
nymph arising,
my mantra
lead me not …,
bursting into flames as
her eyes called.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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