The Witch of the River

Published by: Simon Banks on 16th Jan 2012 | View all blogs by Simon Banks

THE WITCH OF THE RIVER

The witch of the river has long green hair

Her tresses wave in the water’s flow

She dreams the mayflies out to mate

Her blood’s the current running slow

When her long slim fingers flex in sleep

Then the lithe and writhing silent fish

Disturb the surface: if she dreams

A shudder, then the wordless wish

Rouses the drunken river to spate

Till she gently, softly draws it down

She’ll treasure stones a child throws in

A coin, a cup, a sword, a crown

For they are young and she is very old

For they are of the sky and she the mud

She and the river too will die

But now she’ll dance, with running blood

Comments

by Tarringo Vaughan 4 months ago

"She and the river too will die" makes her sound more of a myth or very alive within the children's imagination....
by Sonnet Diva 4 months ago

liked the whimsical quality of this Simon good to see posting again
by Simon Banks 4 months ago

Thanks both. This came from looking into a river (in Winchester, Hampshire, England) which was quite shallow and flowing at medium pace, with a lot of long tresses of green waterweed waving about. I thought they looked like a woman's long hair in movement.
by stormy dormire 4 months ago

Felt the spirit in this
by Depth Writer 3 months ago

ahh....Its' spirit moved about your mind, rather nicely.... Very Nice Ink :)