The crystal skies yielded
to the patient sounds
and we spread our souls
and they blanketed the grounds.
The exhaled essence
that slipped past strawberry lips
could not compete with that cherry blossom kiss.
A dream she wakes,
from her lost state,
only a dream.
Ever will they remember,
the pink flowers in her hair,
and her serene aura
that pulsed from everywhere..
Her ballerina feet
tangled in soft misery,
growing into stability.
We shall not forget
her gentle calming scent.
No we shall not forget
her beauty and innocence.
We wait for her to wake,
but she never will,
the sugar cherry tree
ever watching on the hill.
Author notes
I acutally tried to personify the cherry blossom tree a bit. I made her someone who was once human. Perhaps a story of a girl turning to a tree. Such stories are not so uncommon in various mythologies. I left part of it up to the imagination. Beautiful picture for a prompt.
http://Gwarf.deviantart.com/art/The-Cherry-Tree-33029083
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Comments
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this is really interesting, I definitely got the mythology feeling that you described. I feel like this is some Greek maiden who was turned into a tree because she would not become Zeus's mistress or something
"Her ballerina feet
tangled in soft misery,
growing into stability.">>>>I really liked this stanza,....it gives the tree a dainty feel, which I like, because trees are generally not thought of as dainty. And although you are personifying the tree, these words also flowed really well with the picture, the "balerina feet" could be her roots..and "tangled in soft miserY" could be all that white grass, devoid of color, drained and sad.
and the ending was bittersweet. YOu've done well with this nature piece.
thank you for entering and g'luck!
S.P. ~
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