By Blue River, she stood
She stared into the water, jump in she could
But under the water, the nymph lay
Whispering her loving, much to her dismay
Upon her face, she carried a frown
For the nymph she envied, her most beautiful gown
Alone she felt, sitting among the cosmos
The nymph silently staring up at her, wondering why she stood so alone
Unbeknown to rest of the world
Who could only stare upon her, thinking her absurd
The great Blue River glistened in the sun
No one came to find her, not one
Inside a turmoil of misery
Pushed aside, outcast from the community
The nymph beckoned her
So jump into the river, she did
The nymph dragged her down and down
Need you never be alone again whispered she
The water of great Blue River welcomed her, bid her good bye
And as she sunk in Blue River
Not a soul heard her cry
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
