Poets in Motion
We’re celebrating National Poetry Month with our first poetry contest. Submit your most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired by movement—whatever that means to you. Use #VocalNPM to enter.
Whiskey Dreams of Pixie Dancers
I once saw light flickering through leaves of a tree, a tree not like the others on the mountain, and would swear I saw a dryad dance amongst the branches, who turned into a wren and flitted away. I saw a pale nymph dancing, and she turned into a girl with short hair and whose lips taste of red wine. Rain running sideways like the river it once was, and a mountain basin turn from green, yellow, gold and silver to a world of white, blue and infinity. Through such eyes I see this world, all that I see now merely a thin shade over the layers that came before it.
By Moros Keene7 years ago in Poets
