Sunday, 21 July 2013

Rendezvous




the moths gather
fluttering in the shards of my beacon
toes curl
into night cold moss
unfurling as snails
tortoiseshell in the full moon
slide over me
i lay down  drinking in the stars 
playing  shadow puppets in the lamplight
distant murmurings of bats and hares
my ears alive to the minuscule
slowly
i hear your approach
chalk white skin reflected
shivering  now with expectation.

KD 22/7/13

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The image is from a painting by Andrew Wyeth.


13 comments:

  1. Love how you brought in all the nature! Moss really grabbed me!

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  2. What a beautiful piece. And how I love forbidden love!!

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  3. very tactile and delightful!

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  4. Your words breathe life to the scene. I especially love the toes curling into moss.

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  5. The shards of my beacon...oh that's nice...

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  6. hello :)

    This is rich and wholeheartedly splendid.
    Bravo!

    -p

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  7. This is rather lovely - makes me feel all warm and nice. Lovely write!
    Anna :o]

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  8. Methinks you and the rest of the girls are having way too much fun with this one! (LOL?)

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  9. I knew he was there for a reason , what is her name ?

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  10. This is so vivid and sensual loved!

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  11. Hello.....:-)
    You have brought nature to life with beautifu imagery Kay...a lovely write for sure! :-)

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