Fay Slimm.





Shadowy movements of ethereal
music play nebulous games
with the moonlight's white fingers
atop an unreal lake-scape .


Tonight diaphanous curl of filmy
grey smoke whispers its
journey along water's dark face in
slow-paced limpidity.


Time stands still while stars dance
like tiffany dew
on a blackening trout's fishy back
with myriad translucence.


Dappling water mistily pictures
the sickle's glowing shape
of half-seen gauzy luna lantern
trying to flicker again.


Clouds melt and I gaze entranced
as the yellowy ghost
of a flimsy late butterfly passes 
in silence so closely.


  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2019 03:02
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 85
  • User favorite of this poem: sylviasearcher.


  • sylviasearcher

    Such other worldly beauty you have crafted here 💜

    • Fay Slimm.

      Good to know the read gave you something of beauty dear Sylvia - - thank you so much for the lovely comment.

    • orchidee

      A lovely write Fay.
      I recall a poem I did about a trout, an old trout. I mean KP. I wish I never had married her! (That's cruel Orchi. heehee).

      • Fay Slimm.

        A happy that you enjoyed the write Orchi and thank you for your visit and comment.

      • Neville

        You have just gone and done it again Fay... another absolute work of poetic art......

        Respect & hats off to you......


        • Fay Slimm.

          Wow - hats off eh Nev ? -- -I feel two heads taller and a blush coming on after reading your lush comment on my view of lakeside twilight. Merci very beaucoup

          • Neville

            Because ya worth it.... N

          • Michael Edwards

            Oh the scene you paint - I could be there.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Yes and were you able to be there I am sure you would paint it most aptly dear Michael - thanks a big brushload for your visit and comment.

            • dusk arising

              moody Fay.. moody
              that big ole moon's reflection plays a hide n seek game with the clouds upon the living lake. I want to see the flash of colour, ... yes there it is!... before i set off home to the root of that whispy smokes source and my loved ones.

              every poet tells a story. yours draw me in.

              • Fay Slimm.

                Oh I hoped you would get the moody feel to this lakeside twilight unrealness D.A. and get drawn in - - glad you were there at the scene and enjoyed it - - - your comments are so supportive and thank you...........

              • Goldfinch60


                • Fay Slimm.

                  Yes quiet water at twilight can start the imagination dear Andy and I know those walks do the same for you . Thank you a score for your visit and read.

                • Christina8

                  Your writing almost put me in a trance as I read...so beautiful, Fay! Absolutely lovely!!

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    You are kind and so encouraging and a great big thank you dear Christina -

                  • Chagrined

                    So much wonderful imagery, here. I must read more of your pieces. This was a pleasure!

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      Well thank you for your visit and comment - and welcome to MPS - -I look forward to reading your work too.

                      • Chagrined

                        Oh my...I had better refine it first! Lol.

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