jenny
This was written for NaPoWriMo 2009, the prompt was to write about "an old flame". Ah, once I was young and reckless, as most beach-going school students were...
pencil sketch by dsnake1
coloured digitally with PicsArt
jenny
water nymph
she is
taut body
in tight swimsuit
nubile curves
jet black hair
wet
dripping diamonds
out of
the waves
like Botticcelli's Venus
her laughter
is the Sirens'song
her hands
outstretched
to me
and me
mesmerised
plunge to her
like a doomed
sailor
to rocks
11/04/2009
**********
to jenny, wherever you may be
"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each."
-- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2019
coloured digitally with PicsArt
jenny
water nymph
she is
taut body
in tight swimsuit
nubile curves
jet black hair
wet
dripping diamonds
out of
the waves
like Botticcelli's Venus
her laughter
is the Sirens'song
her hands
outstretched
to me
and me
mesmerised
plunge to her
like a doomed
sailor
to rocks
11/04/2009
**********
to jenny, wherever you may be
"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each."
-- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2019
Labels: 70's, Friendship, old flame, Poetry
posted by dsnake1 at 11:30 PM
13 Comments:
Nice. What a great description of Jenny. The last lines are superb. I like the pencil drawing too. (I love to draw but never tried the digital coloring.)
Plunging to her like a doomed sailor to rocks made me smile. You are good at sketching!
This both brings on the nostalgia--summers in the water, chasing after crushes--and makes me wonder how often what we think we see (or want to see) interferes with what we could see...that is, how we can be enthralled into a narrative and maybe don't see as widely/clearly as we might wish later.
What a wonderful description of jenny! But, alas, the ending took me by surprise. Smiles.
Wow, what a beautiful evocation, the ultimate in romanticism. (It is good to remember the mermaids singing – even if, these days, we are reduced to paddling with our trousers rolled up.).
I take it this didn't end very well. The doom tells it all.
Myrna,
thank you!
there are many such software on the net, free or otherwise. i have used paintshop pro, nic collection & picsart.
Sherry,
thank you! :)
Chrissa,
oh yes, that was perhaps "for the moment". when we were younger, we don't always think of the consequences. :)
Mary,
that was me at that time, reckless & stupid. :)
Rosemary,
yes, it's good to remember the mermaids singing. :)
Truedessa,
after that we went our separate ways and lost touch... :(
Not so many mermaids about these days with all the trash we are putting in the oceans but I've put a sign up on my closest beach to say they can come and swim in my bath.
Lovely words and drawing!
Robin,
good for you, friend! let me know if any took up your invitation. :)
ayala,
Thank you! :)
Sounds like Jenny gave love a bad name, or was just too true to the siren legacy. At least there's life after the wreckage, but that doesn't make a young heart feel better in that moment.
nope, the young heart (and brain) couldn't think logical in that moment. :D
thank you, Rommy.
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