Three girls bathe in Venus Pools. ABCDerian
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Acting on a fanciful whim
Bathing in a sylvan pool
Coming here to live out a dream
Darkened only by shadows cool.
Everglades of Constables ilk
Fail to mirror the beauty here
Gums of honey, shade skins of milk
Happiness ripples on water clear.
Into this idyll flash tiny bush bees
Just as the cockatoos enter the glen
Kissing each blossom with comical ease
Lifting their wings like perfect showmen.
Molly reaches and lifts her smock
Nellie reacts with a giggle of joy
Over her head pulls her wet poplin frock
Penny divest of all but her coy.
Quiet now descends on this lovely scene
Resting on rocks older than time
Smoothed by waters that come from between
Towering rockface and soft wild thyme.
Undoing hair pins and just like girls
Vying with each other for the curliest falls
Wishing, each one, for wedding furls.
Xavier told them last night at the ball
“You’ll know whom I love, when I’m back from the war”.
Zulu wars, sadly, could undo them all.
Not the poem which we have read, but that to which we return, with the greatest pleasure, possesses the power and claims the name of essential poetry.