Her lacy corset's frayed,
Season's light shines through,
settles upon delicate arms,
as slender spirits come undone,
slip outside her bark, disrobe -
drape remnants upon crisp, cool breeze.
Finches bob and sing
alongside tasseled catkins,
closed, awaiting spring
but first the forest hushes, stills
joins the dance,
doff's colorful robe -
prepares for winter's white.
by Margaret Bednar, January 13, 20156
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Maria Wulf's Visual Poetry". This challenge will be up and running Thursday (January 14) at noon. Please come and join the fun. Maria Wulf is a fiber artist and her blog is "Full Moon Fiber Arts"
I invite you to listen to me read this poem: Yikes. I usually have a photograph that goes with my poem, but the video is above that I drew inspiration from - so soundcloud used my photo instead... I made it the smallest size I could ;P