Elegant Lady
A splash of sun on the other side of barb wire. My neighbor?s peaches are ripe! I hear the thump of stilts; the chatter of pickers as the pouches swell beneath their breasts. A mother snaps her checkered cloth before covering the market table; a big sister soothes a crying babe.
leaning on the fence the woody stem of a rose
November 16th, 2016 at 10:02 am
Wonderful! Thank you Tish!
November 16th, 2016 at 10:04 am
This is so beautiful. Thank you for this!
November 16th, 2016 at 10:25 am
You transported us! Thank you!
November 16th, 2016 at 10:40 am
beautiful, I love this… the fullness and excitement in ripeness that joins all our hearts.
November 16th, 2016 at 1:00 pm
This is beautiful, and the more so for the touch of menace with the barb wire separating the poet from the pickers.
November 17th, 2016 at 6:35 am
Wonderful!!!
November 17th, 2016 at 8:47 pm
Thank you all for the kind words.
Tish
November 18th, 2016 at 4:34 am
Beautiful, a glorious gloom hues these lines !
Life of a peach
Life of a rose
Life of people
Behind a barb wire
But all migrated by rays of light to a sensitive mind, mind of a poet!
November 22nd, 2016 at 2:52 am
Gosh, so much going on in this. A whole narrative to be imagined. Love it.
marion