damp snakes through me
blue
mists cling silk
close
wet
ripples bend gracefully over
unhooked toes
elbows scraped and burnt
bind tight my fit
distant memories circle
the waters edge
sighing dreams
splinter skywards.
22/4/12
This is written for The Mag over at Tess's place.
the picture is by Alex Stoddart.
It reminded me of the lady of shallot but i got bogged down ( excuse the pun!) in Pre-Raphaelite romanticism so you'll have to make do with this!!
Also why does blogger have to change everything....i give up with the settings..ahhhgg!!??
you touch on a lot of senses, such as the elbows getting scratched
ReplyDeletealtered states
ripples bend gracefully over
ReplyDeleteunhooked toes
love the imagery in that...and you get a smooth rhythm through out...i like it much...
wow...the isolation and fear reach out of your poem. great job.
ReplyDeletekay - the header is beautiful the words in your writing today - sinuous and sweet! steven
ReplyDeleteSnakes in the mist, a sighing dream, lovely
ReplyDeleteYour ending is surprising and so wonderfully active in the midst of that containment!
ReplyDeletesighing dreams
splinter skywards