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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