(14 October 1966 / Wellington, Shropshire)

Invitation Of Water Nymphs

The soggy airs signal
Willow branches, once spread
That summer's refugees are welcome;
From grilled toe to singed head.

Out of pool so veiled
Is charity so waved;
Sleeved of an annointing substance
By forms of themselves laved.

by james watkin

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What a warm and sweet poem to remind an individual to take stock of themselves. To have faith and trust in oneself. A message that can never be said enough. I am impressed with the dual but compatible power of looking outside your while also looking within. I could feel the ocean's spray. Well done Sarah!