Each dawn would see her stroll
thro' those pathways abutting the raspberry fields,
Picking the flowers that lie on the way
And one or two of those ripened fruits..
She would go as far as the turn
And fresh as before, tread back the very same lanes..
All the while humming the same old tune
Sung by her, a thousand times now..
The words were, but always vague
Or none heard it clear..
She wore the very same gown, in turquoise hue
One, among the two she had..
But she gladly wore the best of smiles,
Yes, she wore them, the whole day long..
She had none, to call her own, not a friend nor a foe..
Yet, she was the happiest
in that little town.
She had, not a string of pearls
But a delicate filigree of finest straw
Which shone like gold beneath the shining sun,
Intricately made by her own hands..
Which she'd wear
only when she eyes a rainbow on the horizon..
Many came to see her, from far and near..
Some came to hear the song she sang,
Some to see her stroll.. some to see her smile..
But many came to see that filigree
shimmering beneath the shining sun..
A contest entry
- Filigree by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended December 17, 2008, 14 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing job. So beautiful. I'm yet again speechles.
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This is a tender piece about a simple moment. I loved where the prompt took you and your imagery is quite fine.
Only one thing, "thro' those " This threw me off a bit in the read and I think you could easily have used "through" instead.
Still, a most delightful entry to this contest. Thank you and best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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So expensive
are raspberries any more.
A small story and wonderful poem.
Jim
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Thats a wonderful comment.. Wandika.. thank you.. I can count on you to get a mention worthy of honor
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