The night was cool with elfin breeze Smooching one’s soul to eternal freeze I strolled through the haze of moonlit lane Where oaks bury dead in melodious trail. Amidst the gloom I whistled my way But found the woods so strangely still That seemed like shadows just ceased their play As if they sensed rival within. Half a mile I walked almost When I noticed a figure in the murk. A girl in teens with crimson smile Wavering her hair clinging to the waist. I quickened my pace to gain her soon To drench my soul by her voice. But found her fused with fogs of Hurst Together with cluster of glow-worm orbs. My sense stuck aroma of tuberose, elm And wits got charmed with bussing breeze. I found myself in weary dream My hat rolled afar in blustery scream. When the eyes caught glimpse in dazzling light I found me lying in fronds of clove. A chit lay cramped in palm of mine, Scrawled in it “Spirits Do Love”.
Thank you for sharing your work with me. You have some very fine moments in this poem which does seem to have a classical feel to it. I believe there may be some moments when the translation into English is a bit confusing. This poem is a bit long for me to consider for featuring in our current request for two to four line poems (non-rhyming.) But, keep writing – you have, I believe, a passion for it. Your friend in poetry, Susan
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