A canopy was woven
lush were the greens
on surface flowers bloomed
washed with rains so soon
dense was canopy so
no light reached the floor
from the hawks eye, who could see the dark below
amidst the dense forest
in centre of all
lay a dilapidated well
aloof and in corner so
no light reaching it
no life around
still and silent
with an eerie silence around
dark and hollow was the well
too deep
to see the floor
no water
no light
and no life inside it to sound
the well was old
dilapidated and in its ruins
damp was the smell
no life to screw
such was the well
who could be well after seeing it in ruins
back then it chattered with life around
animals fluttered around
who made this well
God knows
for whom it was
Only God could tell…
in the midst of darkness
and aloofness the well lay
but all in its gloominess
a fantasy blew
lay a seed of dandelion
a creep of weed gathered around
hugging the damp walls
who knew life could grow
it peeped from the deep hollows
hugging and embracing the old well
telling it will come back to life again
So was the tale
the revival of old well……
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I couldn't help but to read this from a literal point of view,..I guess it's the urban explorer in me,..I've been to abandoned places with old decaying wells. But something tells me this to be taken metiphorically,or maybe a little of both? Good imagery,..and reflective.😀✌️🕊
It was metaphorical
You guessed it right dear fallenangel
Thank you so much For your kind words
Always a pleasure 😀
Dear Spiller
Its Time the Well is "Well"
And its the best time to Tell
So here I foreTell 🙂
Good one and great visionary !! Its time you enter the field of screenplay too with your wonderful vision of events !! Good one Spiller as always !!
Thank you so much dear Vamsi for the poetic appreciation
So privileged I am
And yes it’s time to write my own screen play
It’s time for us to hold the stage
Good write S.
Thanks orchi
You have conjoured up so many possibilities here my mind is a riot with them .. from a psychoanalytical perspective, wells have a myriad of possible meanings ............ I simply love what you have done here & indeed to my imagination .................. N 🙂 x
Thanks dear Neville
Talented you are to see so many other possibilities
Now i wonder what shall the well be thinking ?
This gave me goosebumps. A wonderful spooky atmosphere. I love that dandelion seed at the end.
Ohhh
Thanks dear Rozina
Spooky wasn’t actually what i wanted to make
But glad you could feel that
A poet i guess can sense a lot many things
Very intriguing write spilleronsheet, that well will revive with your words.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy
Your an inspiration for writers here
Spreading the positivity and smile
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