Supplication

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 18 Nov 2015
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In those, oh...so naff, mauve
Wellingtons, with yellow daises on, 
you fall to your knees... hair cascading 
down your shoulders...loose  tendrils
teasing the ground.
 
Cupped in your hand – a fledgling
fallen from the nest; frightened eyes
gazing up at yours, and I’d give anything
to be that chick, nestled in your palms.
 
There fell a soft rain, and a scent
of the soil wafted through the window –
the mirabelle tree in whimsical white
and you lowered your head.
 
I am that silent prayer you proffered
that, one day, you might choose to love me – 
like me, would suffice, when it came to the crunch
 
even half as much, as you willed
that little bird to live, to fly...to ride 
the orange bow of this earth.
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

The key image of chick and the emotions of letting go with flight are so delicately spun together in a gorgeous snapshot. It's evocative, the rich scents and .the outdoors steep it in a specific time and place . I love this.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My sincere thanks to you, Vera, for sharing your thoughts....inspiring, as eversmiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

To be someone's silent prayer... If only life could be willed with love 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

If only, Bee...if only.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

The similarity of the longing for love and the willing expression given to the little bird, comes across perfectly in this poem Tina.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you so much for your inspiring observations on this one, Jenny.  More than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

What a wonderful way you have of describing things, Nathan.  Definitely the writer in yousmiley

Tina