"Wooded Landscape with Satyrs Pursuing Nymphs" by Vertagen‘I Saw a Naked Wood Nymph’: A Poem by Roy E. Peterson The Society May 29, 2024 Humor, Poetry 25 Comments . I Saw a Naked Wood Nymph I sat down in the forest, a picnic in the shade. I saw a naked wood nymph flitting across the glade. I dropped my sandwich there laying on the ground. I went to chase the wood nymph; whose beauty was profound. I found another world, a forest paradise, While running round in circles, the wood nymph in my eyes. At last I caught the vixen on my seventh try. Before you get excited, She was a butterfly. . . LTC Roy E. Peterson, US Army Military Intelligence and Russian Foreign Area Officer (Retired) has published more than 5,000 poems in 78 of his 101 books. He has been an Army Attaché in Moscow, Commander of INF Portal Monitoring in Votkinsk, first US Foreign Commercial Officer in Vladivostok, Russia and Regional Manager in the Russian Far East for IBM. He holds a BA, Hardin-Simmons University (Political Science); MA, University of Arizona (Political Science); MA, University of Southern California (Int. Relations) and MBA University of Phoenix. He taught at the University of Arizona, Western New Mexico University, University of Maryland, Travel University and the University of Phoenix. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: 25 Responses Wayne May 29, 2024 Ah and just when i though….. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 The Wood Nymph is the name of a real butterfly! Reply Cheryl Corey May 29, 2024 Very charming poem, Roy. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Thank you, Cheryl! Reply Phil S.Rogers May 29, 2024 Funny, and a great poem to start the day. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Thank you, Phil! Reply Joseph S. Salemi May 29, 2024 In Greek the name of the minor divinity Psyche means two things: the human soul, and “butterfly.” The Disney animated figure of Tinkerbelle is really just a modern version of the beautiful little wood nymph with the wings of a butterfly. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Psyche meaning both soul and “butterfly” fits perfectly with the double entendre of “She” in the last line. The Disney comment was great to contemplate. Thank you, Dr. Salemi, for your wise contributions. Reply Brian A. Yapko May 29, 2024 This poem is enchanting, Roy. It’s one which would be suitable for illustration. And I think it’s perfectly permissible to get excited by the discovery of a butterfly! Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Yay for butterflies! Why not get excited by them “flitting.” Thank you, Brian. I sent a picture of a wood nymph with my poem, but it might have been too direct a hint. One can view a good photo of one on Wikipedia. Reply Shamik Banerjee May 29, 2024 What an ending! You have packed great humour in this little delightful poem, Mr. Peterson. Thank you for making me chuckle! Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Telling me of your joy is the greatest feeling for me. Thank you, Shamik. Reply Margaret Coats May 29, 2024 Roy, even though “Wood Nymph” may be the name of a butterfly, this short poem also evokes passage into and out of a world that is more than the natural one. You actually say so. Dropping a mundane sandwich and letting it lie as you explore visionary potential and then return! Isn’t that what we do when our spirits are ready for an adventure in beauty? Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 30, 2024 You always sense there is more to the story, and you define it so superbly. I contemplated “flitting” versus “flirting,” for example, and “she” is meant as a double entendre. You have taken this poem to another level, though, and I thank you for that. Reply Stephen M. Dickey May 29, 2024 I enjoyed this one Roy. Of course, flitting tells us what’s going to happen, but I missed it on the first read. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 30, 2024 As I mentioned in my comment back to Margaret, I contemplated whether to use “flitting” or “flirting.” Thank you, Stephen, for your comments! Reply Daniel Kemper May 30, 2024 Clever. A great little quick hitter. Reminds me of, Basho, I think. Fallen flowers rise Back to the branch, I watch O–butterflies! Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 30, 2024 Thank you, Daniel! Reply Sally Cook May 30, 2024 The butterfly is one of God’s most beautiful abstractions. Thank you Roy, for honoring it as you have with your remarkable poem. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 31, 2024 Bless you, Sally, for the kind comments and love of butterflies. Reply Yael May 30, 2024 This is cute, funny and entertaining all at once, I like it, thank you. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 31, 2024 Thank you, Yael, for the wonderful comments! Reply Paul A. Freeman May 31, 2024 Drat – just as I was getting excited! Reply Roy Eugene Peterson May 31, 2024 Life is like that. LOL. Reply Adam Sedia June 1, 2024 This was a beautiful and fun piece. It reads like a children’s rhyme with an ironically raunchy subject, and then it turns the tables at the end. Nicely executed. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. 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Joseph S. Salemi May 29, 2024 In Greek the name of the minor divinity Psyche means two things: the human soul, and “butterfly.” The Disney animated figure of Tinkerbelle is really just a modern version of the beautiful little wood nymph with the wings of a butterfly. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Psyche meaning both soul and “butterfly” fits perfectly with the double entendre of “She” in the last line. The Disney comment was great to contemplate. Thank you, Dr. Salemi, for your wise contributions. Reply
Brian A. Yapko May 29, 2024 This poem is enchanting, Roy. It’s one which would be suitable for illustration. And I think it’s perfectly permissible to get excited by the discovery of a butterfly! Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Yay for butterflies! Why not get excited by them “flitting.” Thank you, Brian. I sent a picture of a wood nymph with my poem, but it might have been too direct a hint. One can view a good photo of one on Wikipedia. Reply
Shamik Banerjee May 29, 2024 What an ending! You have packed great humour in this little delightful poem, Mr. Peterson. Thank you for making me chuckle! Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson May 29, 2024 Telling me of your joy is the greatest feeling for me. Thank you, Shamik. Reply
Margaret Coats May 29, 2024 Roy, even though “Wood Nymph” may be the name of a butterfly, this short poem also evokes passage into and out of a world that is more than the natural one. You actually say so. Dropping a mundane sandwich and letting it lie as you explore visionary potential and then return! Isn’t that what we do when our spirits are ready for an adventure in beauty? Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson May 30, 2024 You always sense there is more to the story, and you define it so superbly. I contemplated “flitting” versus “flirting,” for example, and “she” is meant as a double entendre. You have taken this poem to another level, though, and I thank you for that. Reply
Stephen M. Dickey May 29, 2024 I enjoyed this one Roy. Of course, flitting tells us what’s going to happen, but I missed it on the first read. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson May 30, 2024 As I mentioned in my comment back to Margaret, I contemplated whether to use “flitting” or “flirting.” Thank you, Stephen, for your comments! Reply
Daniel Kemper May 30, 2024 Clever. A great little quick hitter. Reminds me of, Basho, I think. Fallen flowers rise Back to the branch, I watch O–butterflies! Reply
Sally Cook May 30, 2024 The butterfly is one of God’s most beautiful abstractions. Thank you Roy, for honoring it as you have with your remarkable poem. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson May 31, 2024 Bless you, Sally, for the kind comments and love of butterflies. Reply
Adam Sedia June 1, 2024 This was a beautiful and fun piece. It reads like a children’s rhyme with an ironically raunchy subject, and then it turns the tables at the end. Nicely executed. Reply