PASTORAL
So when he slowly descended from the hill,
with sun providing him with a blinding halo,
the other ascended and regarded him in awe.
"May I introduce myself? Hermes."
He bowed and his wild blond curls shone like gold
in the evening light.
The sheep flocked, mixed and mingled.
And watched them with mild but fleeting interest
bordering on bored.
They sat together under the tree, the one
admiring youth and golden locks,
the other admiring colors and warmth
of playing flecks of dust blowing in the
warm evening wind.
"Then who are you?" Hermes asked amazed,
while his companion, silent, only held his hand
and caressed the slender fingers.
"Where are your sheep", he wonderingly persisted.
"Follow me, and I'll show you miracles and
wishes fulfilled," his companion seductively replied.
And as he put his flute to his lips, sheep, rats and
Hermes, mesmerized, followed him, over the hills
towards the brilliant sunset.
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Inspired by: Eclogue
A word found for me by Mel Leach
poem by Darren White
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