Leny Roovers

Naiad....Alfred Dorn Sonnet

Abarbarea , naiad of great taste,
lives near clear waters of small forest lakes
as guard of life within a hidden world.
We caught her unawares, she dived in haste,
half hidden under lotus leaves' round flakes;
her long legs reaching for sun's rays, unfurled.
She loves to play in water-lilies' pond,
where she'll protect the eggs brown frogs just spawned.
Still upside down, she keeps her body braced;
we stand there, looking at her bottom half;
a skirt of lotus leaves around her waist.
Green watercress encircles her right calf,
as if an artist's hand just had it placed;
then water ripples with her gentle laugh.

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