First Love

by E. Louise Beach [easy-media med=”8420″ mark=”gallery-K5LekE”]
After Ovid

He only wanted
to taste coolness at the spring.

She must have startled him.
Iridescent stones.

Iridescent fish rimmed
the shallows where she appeared,

naked in the forest’s core,
vulnerable among rose hellebore

and golden laburnum.
Awakened by her strangeness,

he drank her in;
saw then that she was cruel

and fled the pool;
crashed like a wounded stag.

4 thoughts on “First Love

  1. tim dyson says:

    I like Ovid quite a bit. This poem captures quite a bit of his style and intensity. Good poem that does justice to one of our oldest experiences. Nice.

    Like

  2. tim dyson says:

    I like Ovid quite a bit. This poem captures quite a bit of his style and intensity. Good poem that does justice to one of our oldest experiences. Nice.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s