Sylvie

Sylvie

I remember your hair; soft and perfect
strands like the feathers of a lyrebird
shy in the forest; your eyes peering
out of some private gloom; your skin
pale like a sylvan wraith. You seemed
a forest creature, a dryad, not our race.
Did you ever take that road back to town,
or stop at some greener place?

(Julian O’Dea)

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