Blue Pools


Behind the cottage lies the blue pool that Cecily swam in on that fateful day when Riversleigh spied her swimming, alone. He made her this gazebo but she could not be consoled. With clipped wings she was desolate.

The Gazebo, near the blue pool, remains a very beautiful part of Riversleigh. A lone flutist, a solitary wood nymph, pipes a haunting tune that speaks of release, flight and freedom.


~ by Heather Blakey on January 3, 2007.

2 Responses to “Blue Pools”

  1. This place is as lovely as it was ever remembered. The wood nymph’s music is lovely on the breeze.

  2. I want to go here!

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