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| Art by Kim Nelson |
I remember
stained raspberry fingertips
with tempting sweetness
outlined my red painted lips
beneath a veil of lilacs.
I inhaled, closed my eyes,
anticipated your kiss.
Instead, within my palm
you placed a painted heart stone,
pledged to love me always.
A yellow songbird warbled
and like a stroke of midnight
you promptly ran away,
and when my eyes reopened
I caressed that stone with one regret:
you'd run beyond its reach.
by Margaret Bednar, January 12, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Sunday Mini-Challenge. The FUN and vibrant artwork is provided by Kim Nelson. Please, hop on over to view more art and more poetry.
20 comments:
This is a beautifully romantic interpretation of Kim's artwork. It reminds me of a classical ballad.
I agree with Kerry! Like a ballad or fairy tale!
I agree with Kerry. That last line is sensational, both for what it says and for the perfect wording.
Call me a romantic :) this is truly a romantic poem fits the art work precisely.
What a beautiful last stanza, Margaret....it leaves me feeling a bit wistful and makes my thoughts flow beyond the poem.
You write layered meanings here, creating a clear picture of the painting's back story. And the symbolism of the rock is smart. As an aside, a more vindictive woman would have chucked it...HARD!
this feels like a snapshot to me, or a vinyl recording of just a brief moment. very beautiful and touching, Margaret.
Oh, how I adore that last line! Perfect!
Oh I love this...especially the last line!
Beautiful, Margaret!
The delicate, romantic, ladylike initial set-up, so reflective of the stylistic feel of the pic, then the killer cut at the end. Masterly, Margaret.
How sad, to have it within your grasp .. only to have it beyond your reach.
I'm with Kim - my first thought is that it's too bad the rock wouldnt hit his ass on the way out....but that's just me, hee hee.
I'm with Kim - my first thought is that it's too bad the rock wouldnt hit his ass on the way out....but that's just me, hee hee.
so beautiful and wistful. so easy to get lost in the moment—eyes closed, bird singing, heart shaped rock—the end definitely had me looking for a slingshot; it has a much further reach.
I have such wonderful memories of lilac trees from when I was a girl in Michigan, Margaret. So your poem brought a smile. :)
I love how you brought in all of the elements, Margaret and I SO enjoy that you interpret her as being under a lilac with raspberry flavored lips... succulent writing!!
Wonderfully imaginative. Inspiring.
Very bittersweet. Love all of the images. You really engaged my senses.
mmm...felt...gave the heart but gone when the eyes are opened...nice progression and story telling in this one margaret...
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