The well

spilleronsheet

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……

 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2022 08:31
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Comments6

  • FallenAngel1πŸ•Š

    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.πŸ˜€βœŒοΈπŸ•Š

    • spilleronsheet

      It was metaphorical
      You guessed it right dear fallenangel
      Thank you so much For your kind words

      • FallenAngel1πŸ•Š

        Always a pleasure πŸ˜€

      • Vamsi Sudha

        Dear Spiller
        Its Time the Well is "Well"
        And its the best time to Tell
        So here I foreTell πŸ™‚

        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 !!

        • spilleronsheet

          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

        • orchidee

          Good write S.

        • Neville


          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 πŸ™‚ x

          • spilleronsheet

            Thanks dear Neville
            Talented you are to see so many other possibilities
            Now i wonder what shall the well be thinking ?

          • Rozina

            This gave me goosebumps. A wonderful spooky atmosphere. I love that dandelion seed at the end.

            • spilleronsheet

              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

            • Goldfinch60

              Very intriguing write spilleronsheet, that well will revive with your words.

              Andy

              • spilleronsheet

                Thank you dear Andy
                Your an inspiration for writers here
                Spreading the positivity and smile



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