Hidden
The gold of your hair
Is fluid in my hand
Silken and soft
In millions of strands
The water covering our feet
Cool against the skin
Sensuous and evocative
But it covers many a sin
We tread precariously
On the slippery stones
Treacherous currents
Have taken many bones
Sad souls haunt the beauty
Of this tranquil space
Warning us of hidden danger
In a picturesque place
The undercurrent pulls
Me down into the drink
To the bottomless pit
I am destined to sink
The last thing I see
Is your flaxen hair
Blowing in the breeze
As I gasp for air
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Hidden
So true to the title, this poem hides more than it reveals! Well-written.
Thank you for reading the poem and your kind comment. 🙂
Excellent
Thanks so much! 🙂
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Woah! That started off somewhere, and ended in an entirely different space. Loved it.
Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed the twist! 🙂💕
Beautiful and sensuous. Sad ending.
Thank you Hélène 🙂
Thank you my friend 💕🙂
Intriguing mystery.
Thank you! 💕
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Such a lovely intriguing verse! Love it Christine. 🙂💕
There seems to be a mysterious backstory to this one, Christine…
Thanks Sue….yes, hidden danger! 🙂