Pristinity

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(The GloPoWriMo prompt for the 18th is to include neologisms —   invented or conjoined words.  So I have launched into something outrageously humorous, right?

Wrong.

For some reason this made me want to have a stab, for once, at true descriptive poetry.)

Where steepling crags sky-fabric bend,

 And rushful torrents tumble down

To depths where reigns of rock-moss end,

 And trees entwineling form a crown

Above now calmsoft water-flows

 Which swellshape into mirror-lake,

Flow’r tapestry around which grows

 That tweetly birds fair haven make

To share with dartling flitterflies

 While scurry-crawlers swarm below,

Beneath which burrow-realm still lies,

 That flutes past roots which gropely grow

To nibble toes of lake, while fish

 Nip glintingly at toes of them

In shallows-swirl; perhaps a swish

 As swoopling fish-birds claim their gem

From skysweeps of the clearest blue

 Wherein white fluffteased cloudshapes drift

Reflected in a diamond-dew …

 Where teemling wildlife spirits lift …

 

A gracesafe thuswise must not face

   The trace of any human race.

© April 2017 Colonialist