The Bashful Neighbour
Let’s roam the field of lavender
And meet the flower fairy who
Abides. This tiny messenger
I’ve often seen while looking through
My window, yet when I pursue
In a flash she disappears
And through the purple petals peers.
Many times I’ve heard her singing
Sweet, a haunting melody
In the moon glow, gaily winging
As though she’ll have my company
Providing I remain discreet--
For otherwise a sure retreat.
But now I see her by the pool;
She stares at her reflection there.
So softly we must tread, yet, fool
I am to think we shall not scare
Away this elemental fair.
Still, let us try to win her trust--
Our bashful neighbour of August.
John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards. As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.