“Ever let the Fancy roam,
pleasure never is at home”
-From Fancy by John Keats (a surgeon by training and a poet by heart)
Now here is my story inspired by the colorful imaginations of the great poet:
Ancients say there are two pools, conceived together in the early days of inception. In a forest deep and dark, veiled by the fluttering skirts of white veined leaves, they laugh, they sing an enchanted song; the twin pools of mermaids.
A forgotten lullaby, sweet and sour, with tears three mermaids sing; daring wandering mortals to drown in the waters, one mucky, one deep.
They say the place is sacred. Pilgrims of mind visit it often, for the twins hold secrets. In their depths the stars once twinkled, the first seeds grew, seasons changed and fire long ago was found. The twin pools of mermaids, they hold every thought of the time that is past and of the ages to come.
The silent mucky water in one cradles sleeping thoughts; woken when whimsy dies.
In coral water of the other we bathe when the mind just won’t stop.
The mermaids are kind but they sometimes kill. The forest conceals it all; in its bosom are two pools…
But I wonder; am I right or wrong?
“Was it a vision or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:-
Do I wake or sleep?”
-Quote from ‘Ode To A Nightingale’ by John Keats.
This was day two of the three day quote challenge.
I thank you, fauxcroft for the nomination and for the lovely poems you share.