Fountain In The Park (A Terzanelle)
A fountain in the park where lovers gather
past her naked copper breasts, a goddess gazes
This is the place where songbirds blather
The apple blossoms drop down one by one
soft breeze flutters, stops, then picks up again
past her naked copper breasts, a goddess gazes
under the falling water, down her wings, drips
making little splashes like rainbow raindrops
soft breeze flutters, stops, then picks up again
blowing our hair, across our faces, hiding
smiles we share, when no words can desribe
making little splashes like rainbow raindrops
across the fountain in a dazzling dance
we gaze at love, at life, at romance
smiles we share, when no words can describe
those moments dearest to our hearts
A fountain in the park where lovers gather
we gaze at love, at life, at romance
This is the place where songbirds blather
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
This is the first time I've tried this form of poetry called a "Terzanelle"...(at Lucy's request)...and such it was quite a fun little exercise...and the subject is a gilded age Victorian-era Greek Goddesses Fountain located in our village green here in my little New England town.....
Comments (10)
Your poem brought to mind of a Picture I took here in my city of same style statue..a beautiful picture of her reflected in the pool..
Thanks for sharing
The previous commentators have got it spot on, this is excellent. A superb terzanelle.
Bill