Titian tipped, flaxen wings
soar, dip, delicately tickle sky's blue -
Innocence sinks low in tall swaying grass,
mother fox freezes, sniffs the wind -
Crows cantankerously cry
as jarring black eyes demand withdrawal -
so I henna my heart with their essence
and follow the lake path home.
by Margaret Bednar, February 21, 2015
|Artwork by W. T. Benda|
Linked previously for the challenge below, but now "re-listing" it for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Art with Toril".
for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play it Again #14" I choose "Fireblossom Friday: Rhyme Royal & W. T. Benda". (archived from February 2014) I selected the option to write a free verse poem to the artwork of W.T. Benda.