"Landscape with Nymph and Satyr Dancing" by Claude Lorrain‘Wood Nymph’ and Other Poetry by Carolyn Clark The Society December 4, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 13 Comments Wood Nymph A wood nymph knocked on my door last night her hair was flaxen gold the ivy trailing through my mind another story told: of winding rivers, banks and willows together we had seen and in her presence wild pheasants like the peacock seemed. The iridescence that she scattered ran around the room like child’s play and laughter till the wee hours vanished in a saffron dawn… but my mind was green as a spring-fed dream, when come morning she was gone. The River A river following forever said to me one day, “Why do you never see me? When will you go away?” To him I dipped my hat and swallowed my offense, “It’s because I run beside you, where the thicket’s dense.” But seeing how I’d caught my breath as well as ‘suaged my thirst he carried on with laughter, his mischief deep as mirth. And as I stood there tongue-tied I glimpsed his tawny hide – t’was gold and silver-chased like sun – I watched the river glide. Carolyn Clark (Ph.D. Classics), was born in Ithaca, NY and periodically lived in Italy, Switzerland and France. She studied poetry with Archie Ammons and earned a B.A. in Classical Civilization from Cornell; at Brown University, Rhode Island, she completed a Master’s degree in Classics; her doctorate is from Johns Hopkins, Tibullus Illustrated: Lares, Genius and Sacred Landscapes (C.C. Breen, Baltimore, UMI 1998). In addition to individual poems published in various journals, there are collections: a recent poetry chapbook, Mnemosyne: the Long Traverse (Finishing Line Press, 2013), a poetry book Amish Mimesis (2015) and ten new poems in a women’s anthology (Golden Hills Press, 2017). After more than fifteen years of instructing Latin and French either as an adjunct or as teacher in Montgomery County Public Schools, Maryland, Dr. Clark now resides in the Finger Lakes region while maintaining her affiliation with The Writer’s Center of Bethesda, leading Mythology for writers workshops (online) and as editor/writing coach. Related Post ‘Where is Alice’ by Paris Michael Where was it that Alice went, One bright and shining day, A rabbit's lair, beneath the blare, A restless child at play, And where was it that Al... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 13 Responses Robert Walton December 4, 2016 Such lovely images and unforced rhymes! Reply Carolyn Clark December 8, 2016 Thank you for enjoying this nature-inspired verse. Reply Carol Smallwood December 4, 2016 Enjoyed your work a lot! It is breath taking. Reply Carolyn Clark December 8, 2016 Thanks for such a compliment! Just last week another poem of mine – about breath – called Young Woman Jogger appeared in an Avocet newsletter. You might like it… Reply Ruth Asch December 5, 2016 Lovely visual images, and a mood bubbling with life and beauty. (One odd line, syntactically – ‘when come morning’ – otherwise all reads smoothly, with natural poetic simplicity). Reply Carolyn Clark December 8, 2016 Thank you for your comment and astute observation. I had been bothered by that line too; perhaps if I added two commas to slow it down: “when, come morning, ” it would work better. That’s the way I read it aloud, too. Reply Ruth Asch December 9, 2016 Yes, Carolyn, those two commas make all the difference; definitely put them in! Judith Cullen December 8, 2016 Beautiful imagery, playful and sweet-love your writing. Reply Carolyn Clark January 18, 2017 Thanks, Judy, So nice to find your reply here this dreary January – such colorful pics with so many poems on this site, yet another advantage of going paperless! Carolyn Reply Tracey Cullen December 9, 2016 Beautiful, Carolyn, both of these. And yes, definitely yes to the two commas! Reply Carolyn Clark January 18, 2017 Hello Tracey, Thanks for reading my two poems and taking the time to confirm those commas. I really enjoyed sharing them and the fact that we are still circling around in cyberspace. Carolyn Reply Dona Fox December 26, 2016 Do you hear me clapping? Delightful. Reply Carolyn Clark January 18, 2017 Dona, Thanks for your clapping! Classic poems really do inspire not just rhyme but rhythm too. 🙂 Carolyn Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.