princess of hearts
silent as the errant moonbeam
which steals in to my boudoir
on swift winged quick
silver feet
she landed
who could
she be in this forest
known as sherwood
reigned by me
the outrageous outlaw
robinhood
who only did the poor
good
magically invisible
she paused by my humble
hammock
and reached over
and plucked the
medallion hanging
overhead
fascinated i heard
her drop down
to the stream bellow
and tide its gleaming depths
i stood in shadows
in my hands a
golden wayward lock
in my locket i kept .
o nymph of the woods
it will be worth the
chase to take something
you did take from
me
none other than my
smitten heart
beautifully crafted, with impishness, such rhythm and flow of feelings, captured in awesome images. Happy New Year Rema
Images soft , swift and smooth ...tinge of romantic vibes and compassion written all over it ....this indeed is the queen of hearts
Reema , you have written like the great classical masters themselves ! This latest photo looks great - better than the previous one! -Raj
beautiful poem Rema. I love your title also.
Wonderful work. The spirit of romance lies at the heart of every heroic legend.
Beautiful romantic treatment given to the chosen theme...wonderful is the way you eloquently describe the full moon landing on your imagination Sherwood- your boudoir- and falling into 'its' stream, Rema...awesome diction...congrats...recommended