|Photo courtesy of my daughter, texture applied by me.|
I remember a girl with yellow daisies
tucked behind a dainty ear.
Grass tickled her pink painted toes
as starry eyed she spun, unbridled.
Tresses caught in the corner of her mouth,
face flushed with hope and sun.
Mirrors don't lie. She let me go. Doubt,
fear, time, mark her unrecognizable.
And what about you? Have you
stopped dancing with me, too?
by Margaret Bednar, 11-14-2012
This is for Imaginary Garden With Real Toad's - Kerry's Wednesday Challenge, Breaking the Fourth Wall. Can the fourth wall be broken for rhetorical or dramatic effect? I tried.
I am also linking up with Kim Klassen's Texture Tuesday (top photo) applying the texture "kirsten". The theme was "dream". How coincidental was this as I wrote the poem before I checked the prompt.
|Photo courtesy of my daughter|