In thatched thicket of March
invisible webs caught light
staying our hand to remembrance
for then was our time, roughly
put together we stayed storms
our footprints bleaching journey
like shells without swirl
though you often looked
straight-backed and supple
against the long glass
like a diver of pearls who
caught the sheen and glow
they possessed, capturing
in un-rinsed jelly cups the
reddened lips of a child
with her thick inky hair
fastened by protesting ribbon
pouring out of her the shimmer
of deep-sea ancestors
bequeathing you immortality
as cast in moon light you
pause against time’s salty thirst
This is beautiful Feathers. I really love reading this. I hope you are having a lovely day.
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Thank you so very much!
Thank you beauty – so much – big weekend hug
What can I say……what can I say
Gorgeous, ethereal
This is hypnotic; so’s the picture. Quite a pairing for effect!
Dearest FinnFinn thank you so much lovely friend
My smile keeps getting bigger with every poem read. You are so talented my friend ღ
That’s just made my day, Candice. Needed that.
Wowee!
Thank you so much Kunal ! xo
Love always wins. Yet I believe love is rare. Rarer than most would think.
Definitely.
Wow lovely words! Thank you so much!
This was beautiful, Candice.
This is amazing. I love reading you, Warrioress.
I can’t do better than a comment like this. You made me very happy E.
Good!!! Because that makes me even more happy!!!!