painting by Daria Petrilli
You gave me a gift,
a seashell dress,
silk, as light as the breeze
over clover scented dunes.
As pure a blue
as low tide rock pools
on a heavenly summers day
down by the cliffs.
A row of tiny pearl buttons
reflect in a silvered mirror
my fingers fumbling over them
in this late, afternoon, light.
You half smile at my clumsiness,
I reject your offer of help.
Holding your eyes, as, at last,
I am undone.
KD 12/4/15
Number 265..For the other poets work go
here.
Lovely imagery. Good write. :-)
ReplyDeletethank you so much Elena x
DeleteExpertly inventive; well done.
ReplyDeleteOh my, this is so lovey!
ReplyDeleteExquisite poem! You absolutely nailed this prompt, going right to the core of the artist's work, I think.
ReplyDeleteThank you!!...love how everyone sees the image differently and constructs their style of writing to it. xx
DeleteBringing a whole new meaning to " would you like to go for a walk on the beach !"
ReplyDeleteWhat Lydia said
Gorgeous. My fave of this week's reads...
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess, that means so much..x
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