Her back once arched
so elegantly,
beneath his soft breath
of Spring.
Their magic swayed
within arenas
of prismatic rainbows.
She never felt Winter's
icy swirls
twist her limbs,
making her old
beneath his frozen facade.
In sorrow's brittle hands,
her boughs broke,
as love's supple touch
wasted.
Author notes
Prompt is picture by Maria Muller
A contest entry
- something's there by Lavender Butterfly.
550 points, ended November 4, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The words aptly suit the picture,making one feel the bark breaking with winters sorow.I enjoyed it very much
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This is just lovely... x
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A wonderful write. Best of luck in the contest.
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What a beautifully wistful description of the tree bark.....i loved it!
"She never felt Winter's
icy swirls
twist her limbs,"
I thought this was totally perfect!
Great write! Best of luck!
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