Thursday, August 25, 2016



It's captured in a sigh
this first blush of day -

nursling of eve's brooding sky
and midnight rain,

where tired dreams
and tiny thoughts

with mountain mist -

become buoyant
beyond my window;

wish (or two) refreshed
with a swish of mares' tails.

by Margaret Bednar, August 25, 2016

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - Little Tiny".  Our inspiration the above song.  I hope you enjoy the above song by Brandi Ediss.  She is also a photographer HERE

Note:  Mares' tails are wispy, ethereal clouds with a classic trailing shape


Marian said...

Oh! Margaret, how beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Lovely lines:
'where tired dreams
and tiny thoughts

with mountain mist'!

Stacie Eirich said...

This is a breath of loveliness, Margaret - from "nursling of eve's brooding sky" to the mare's tails swishing at its end, a poem of both sunlit dawn and evening rain. A beautiful one. Thanks for sharing.

Gillena Cox said...

Nice images i enjoyed this

much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so beautiful, Margaret. I can feel that tiny sigh.

angie w said...

I'm glad you put that sigh in your first sentence, because it was breathtaking in her song

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the way you took the mood of this song and lifted it up with the swish of the mare's tail. Lovely.

Mama Zen said...

This has some gorgeous images, Margaret. I love the swish of the mare's tail.

Rommy said...

This is very pretty. You took a neat direction with the prompt. It feels like it can be a metaphor for starting things afresh after seeing that the only barriers were the ones you created in your mind.

brudberg said...

I do love how you turned that melancholy into a fresh start... the mare's tail, what a wonderful sound to close with.

Jennifer Wagner said...

This is my kind of poem. Love it.

Louvregirl said...

Very nice.