Wild Child

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 04 May 2014
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4 comments
 
Braids – blowing free
as the bronze, burgeoning
barley bends with the wind
like strands of silk before
the thresher.
 
Above her, the sky –
a silence of forget-me-nots;
the field resounding
to an explosion of poppies,
as the sash of her dress
plays tag with the breeze.
 
Her dog, neck and haunches, 
deep in a rippling sea...
ridiculously,
ubiquitously yellow;
the sliver of an insipid 
fingernail moon trawls
a mackerel sky
 
smug in its knowledge
of a language written
before time began...
when to shine, when
to climb, and when
to fall.
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This is one of those poems where you want to pick something out that you especially liked, but you can't because you would have ended up writing the whole thing out again. Beautiful, Tina - in every detail.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Good morning to you, Bee.  It is a sparkling one in my neck of the woods, made, all the brighter by your lovely comment.  Thank you, so very muchsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

this is one of those poems that I hunger for,  with all its rich metaphors. 

There's an Oldie World feeling to it,  I don't know if its looking at the winsome picture,  or your words,  but it took me back to another time...another place,  where nature was all that mattered.

Beautifully written.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny - such a lovely comment, and I thank you for it.

Tinasmiley