Clawed feet reach, dew clings, yawning green tickles
Her hat rests upon my lap, gauzy bow, bold
I still feel the heat from her brow
I wait patiently, adoring my miss, her garden
She glances this way, still speaking with
the man. Smiles and adjust her hair, wisps
that has escaped her pins
He adjusts his straps, turns the bulb and instructs.
Clicking interrupts the calm
Morning flash, I delight in stealing the shot
Author notes
Visual: http://xessencex.deviantart.com/art/Paint-me-a-golden-chair-58406035
A contest entry
- Tell me the story of this object ~ Chair by AutumnGypsy.
650 points, ended October 15, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow, this was breathtaking you surely did breathe life into this old chair and made her something beautiful. Best to you in the contest
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