Welcome to day 18 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Today's word is one I have used in the past, but one I have often had difficulty placing.
It is chimerical meaning "1 : existing only as the product of unchecked imagination : fantastically visionary or improbable. 2 : given to fantastic schemes."
Girl on the Beach
I am sure she exists
I saw her on holiday
It was like a movie in a sense
She was there on the sand
I insist she was not some chimerical
Flight of fancy
She is probably different to you and I
Her eyes were what drew me in
However I was already stalking
The nape of her neck
The roundness of her back
Tapering off below her waist
She wore white, but I'm not one for detail
I could not tell you if it were a blouse and skirt, or perhaps a dress
The light played tricks on me
It got that sweet spot in the corner of her eye
Turned her pupils to flecked marbles
That was when she first turned
I saw her toes sink playfully into the sand
The heels sprung up
Her toes dipping down into the white sand
I was reminded of an almond dipped deep into desiccated coconut
Where was I, you ask while all this unfolded
I cannot recall
The moment was scintillating
And disembodying
I know I shall not speak with her
She was not one to be alone
Not one prone to idyl fascination
As I
At the same time I had no desire to trap or contain her
The music that lived within her, in her mouth and her laughing eyes
I would not have wanted to reduce that in any sense
I let her be
free and dance on
Howling laughter
Flaying her hands back cheeky
At the sun and moon.
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