Sylvan

No.9 in the Colloquy series

Darkened the tunnel beckoned
as sunlight filtered through
so gingerly I ventured
to the sylvan place I knew

The sound of trickled water
from the river down below
brought comfort to my quickened step
with beauty there on show

And together all this acquiesced
to hallowed moments there
the closest thing to heaven
which I dare now here to share

©Jemverse


[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Sylvan' is an adjective and defines as living or located in the woods or forest]

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