Wood Nymph

Wood Nymph …

I was surely born,

a wood nymph,

for it is not the noise,

of the teeming city streets,

that frees my soul,

it is the quiet of a forest,

with soft pine needles,

beneath my feet.

Where sunbeams,

find their way,

to the forest floor,

creating sunny spaces,

among the thick pine trees.

While up above the wind,

whispers through the tops of the pines,

whistling a special song to me.

I’ve prayed to the Lord,

in a man-made cathedral,

in the middle of a forest,

with an altar made of rocks

and a strong, tall wooden cross.

Where on summer mornings,

the forest comes alive

and bird choruses –

join in with the singing of hymns.

I love to hear,

a long-forgotten babbling stream,

rolling through the forest,

where it seems that beneath,

the wildflowers and mushroom caps,

magical fairies live and fly,

playing among the shadows,

where sun rays,

seem to shimmer golden

and the world is far, far away.

 

At night the forest,

becomes a magical land,

with silvery moonbeams,

lighting the way,

as softly an owl hoots from above

and for some moments

it’s like living in a fairytale –

as a nightingale breaks into song.

 

Surely I was born a wood nymph.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

8 thoughts on “Wood Nymph

  • November 6, 2019 at 6:59 PM
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    What delightful imagery, Rasma. I can relate to preferring to live in a pine forest than in the city. It is no competition.

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    • November 7, 2019 at 2:11 PM
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      Glad you enjoyed this, John. Inspired by my years of wandering through pine forests in Latvia.

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  • November 7, 2019 at 2:55 PM
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    Rasma – I can so relate for all my life I have followed the nature and wilderness trail here in Colorado. I much enjoyed this piece

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  • November 7, 2019 at 11:27 PM
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    I so enjoyed reading your poem, Rasma. I grew up in forests and woodlands. They are very special to me and I love to write about the woodland fae. Lovely poem with great imagery.

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    • November 8, 2019 at 10:56 AM
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      Thank you, Phylis. I really miss all those pine forests I used to roam,

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  • November 10, 2019 at 7:57 AM
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    Rasma when I was reading this I was reminded of “A Midsummer Nights Dream” where all the fairies play in the woods with their King and Queen. I find a home in the mountains and sometimes wonder myself if I am not an ancient mountain dweller lost in the wrong time. Jamie

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    • November 11, 2019 at 10:31 AM
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      It is always that way with what we are used to. I miss the forests I walked in when I lived in Latvia so much that the palm trees all around me now are still very foreign to me, Hope you have a great new week.

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