"Sea Nymph," Thomas Sully," 1842, WikiArt photo.
“Sea Nymph,” Thomas Sully,” 1842, WikiArt photo.

Child’s discovery, mercurial realm between
Sunlit pools, reflecting skies, visions past
And future, seemingly at arm’s reach, Kasia
Took to glen stepping-stones, eyes fixed on
Auroral lights, day and night dissolved, with
Each stone, decades streamed by, time her
Lyre and lute, witnessed ancient eras, looking-
Glass histories shared with parents, priests,
Ridiculed as adolescent imagination.

Undaunted, Kasia to glen returned, dancing
Upon watery stones, entwined with past
And future, time flower-draped round arms,
Face and eyes in enlightened blaze, Kasia
Saw as blesséd gods. Returning to priests,
Oracular vision she beheld, time’s cliffs and
Caverns, in ancient tongues Kasia spoke,
Voices from lightning clouds, prophesies
Echoing from temple doors of bronze.

Golden cup to lips, ambrosia-sipping child,
From what stony pillars did you arise? Such
Mischief buried and resurrected, errant girl
Leaping forth from tomb to light, neither
Restrained nor released, parent and priest-
Taunting, seeking place in wooded groves,
Intruding on archaic shrine, young heart a
Vision-fount. Once touched by divine, large-
Eyed child, gods cannot undo their spells.

"Water Nymph," John Collier, 1923, WikiArt photo.
“Water Nymph,” John Collier, 1923, WikiArt photo.

As ancients, Kasia, so overwhelmed, could
Not reveal all she had seen, thread unraveling
Tapestry, skein of time, lives Interconnected,
Fates turned backward upon sunlit glade. Kasia
Preferred dancing to musical strains, neither
When nor where, gentle feet upon smooth
Stones, nod of deific brow, glade-sequestered
Nymph young Kasia was transformed.

The third and last of Kasia poems, she arrived whilst
I was sick, remained for a few days, providing
some poetic relief. 
Thanks for reading. 

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