Naiad (Water Nymph)

The moody lake, a pastel sapphire glass

Infectious ripples scurry across the canvas

Her white-blond hair an ethereal waterfall

Floating in a mystic whirlpool as she lay

Dirty bare feet buried among green copses

Lips suckling a frost-kissed October cranberry

Delicately enchanting, menacing fairy.

Bony fingers stroke my ears in a figure of eight

Piercing green eyes trap me in this nebulous state

Opening wide the doors of my atavistic lust

I’ve lost my breath, as I try to exhale:

Longing to taste the ichor in her veins.

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #80 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie

The rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Infection

2. Pastel

3. Cranberry

4. Bony

5. Atavistic (of, relating to, or characterized by atavism; reverting to or suggesting the characteristics of a remote ancestor or primitive type.)

6. Figure

7. Exhale

8. Copse (a thicket of small trees or bushes; a small wood.)

9. Nebulous (hazy, vague, indistinct)

10. Menace

11. Door

12. Ichor (the fluid which flows like blood in the veins of the gods)

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