Face down
draped in shadows of the lake
white dress unfolded floats around
her serpent hair swaying in petals of a fragrant lily
the arms, soft and wide, are smiling.

As if she could fly,
as though winged fish
would take her far from
a roaring world
wrapped in hush
on blue-black velvet.

I wish it was just
a fairy dream that ended
in enchantment.


Marjon van Bruggen
09-09-20