Alabaster finger tips
sway to and fro
slicing through lemon rays
that delicately curtain
a silently steadfast body
stretched out among
parched barley stalks,
a moment of tranquility
between the pricks
of hopes fruitless needle;
her gentle head pure and perfect
in its esoteric nakedness.
3 weeks ago
5 comments:
I like your poetry, because it flows in a very orignial way. It maintains rhythm in the most un-typical way ever. Good work! Great words! Good deal!
You paint a delicate picture!
ou have a way with words- thank you x
"a silently steadfast body
stretched out among
parched barley stalks,"--brilliant part. 'steadfast body' does it for me. Bravo Ms.Paige.
This is beautiful. I have some catching up to do with reading your blog:) So many treasures!
I love the lines:
"between the pricks
of hopes fruitless needle"
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