Saturday, 27 August 2016
Our paths crossed that day
I took a wrong turn soon after I entered the forest. I could almost hear the birds twitter with laughter and an owl hooted with glee. The branches brushed against me as I struggled to find the signpost that I had left only minutes before. I tried to retrace my footsteps counting the minutes I had been there but all I found was a gurgling stream and you sitting there barefoot splashing in the water. You turned around with no surprise and sized me up and down then patted the ground by your side inviting me to do the same. What were you, a woodland sprite or a rambler just like me? Either way I was hypnotized and not counting the consequences of my actions I sat by your side. What a blessed day to find someone so beautiful whose laugh was like a tinkling stream, whose sweet voice beguiled me just like the breeze whispering in the trees and whose touch as soft as down, freeing me of all doubts that I should be part of her. Nor did I question that plate of sweet treats she shared saying "You'll never be free of me now my love".
Our paths crossed that day
You've made me so tall and strong
Just like a pine tree
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what a lovely woodland sprite...
ReplyDeletea cool & breezy haibun..awww...
ReplyDeleteI love the magic and excitement in this poem Old Egg - if the plate remains sweet i think i would make the same choice..i really enjoy the Haibun - it suits your writing perfectly
ReplyDeleteSuch an enchanting haibun :D
ReplyDeleteThis is like all those folklore myths of wood enchanters that will tie us down... I love how you left the question hanging if this was a fabled being or someone real (and does it really matter?)
ReplyDeleteyou captured a 'beguiling' sense of my imagination. this was so lovely especially in the setting of your inserted pic.
ReplyDeletegracias for such tender imaginings
So very beautiful ....
ReplyDeleteI just sat up a little straighter!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully written
ReplyDeleteI love the ambiguity here--was this a true love or a trapping one. The pine tree would please me at this time of my life, but I wonder if it would when I was younger?
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this, especially the gorgeous haiku. Sigh...strong like a pine tree. Wonderful haibun!
ReplyDeleteWhat an excellent haibun treat. Happy Sunday Robin
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Enchanting tale of enchantment. Can equally be a fantasy tale or a fictional or real-life romance.
ReplyDeleteI love the fairy-feel of this poem. It brought to mind Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene. He is trapped, indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnd the haiku, made me grin... such a natural and sensual trio of lines.
What a lovely fantasy - the wonderful haiku conferring, a final mysterious note for the reader to ponder.
ReplyDeleteAh, the nymph of the pines has spoken to you the day your paths crossed. Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteReally like the tone of joy and freedom this poem shares with the reader.
DeleteElizabeth
Our paths crossed that day
ReplyDeleteYou've made me so tall and strong
How wonderful it is to be presented with a compatibility of relationships. It is most blessed Robin!
Hank
Chance meetings are sometimes the most meaningful occasions of our lives.
ReplyDeletewonderful, with hints of mysticism
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Lovely adult fairy story!
ReplyDeleteWonderful when paths cross in this way. This poem makes my heart sing.
ReplyDeleteExcellent haibun, Robin. Sorry for the late visit, but I started back in the prepa this week. And it has been crazy!
ReplyDeletePamela