bow down

                                                                                     image pony tail by last exit

after the performance 

you bow low

and take undying admiration

full on

black voile butterflies

flap around outstretched arms

a storm of clapping

flutters your hem

as the heavy curtain falls

you stand gathering yourself in

then  neatly fold away 

until tomorrows matinee.

KD  27/5/13

Over at Tess's are the other poets work take a look here
The image immediately reminded me of a beautiful voile gown.

Your thousand seeds

lighthouse dandelions by Jamie Wyeth



blow
oh nodding heads
your thousand seeds
cast on the sultry
wind of time
yellows clash
a field turns
butter to silk
windmills turn slowly
tick
tock
we grind down
hard
and then watch
the evening light
and glow worms
shiver
admist  fairy dust
which flies by
and we catch wishes
as if they mattered
we are wrapped in the darkening clouds
drifting
entwined
the flash of light now
holds  us
as we dance close
strobe light
bends our moves
into people we no longer recognize.

KD/May 2013

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Rebels

Life's a drag
we long for the old days
when no one questioned
our need to light up
regardless
of place
our puckered lips
testament to habits
that die hard
caught on an illicit  camera
in the museum of fashionistas
marble halls
we are  rebels
in our flat wool caps and
camel overcoats
our pooch left outside in the rain

cocks his leg against the 'no dogs sign'.








KD  May 2013

Life has too many 'do not' signs....in my opinion.....do go and see the other poets  at The Mag

Spring

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt


i know you watch me
as i reach high
to shake apple branches
showering blossoms
into a spin and whirl
on warm breezes
they catch in my hair
tiny petals
brush eyelashes and cheeks
blushing in the sun
my winter skin shocked
i stretch
opening my heart to the new season
longed for through the dark days
now banished
to the beauty of spring.

K.D

thank goodness the sun is shining this bank holiday weekend. pop over here to see the other poets work.