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
Wonderful! Thank you Tish!
This is so beautiful. Thank you for this!
You transported us! Thank you!
beautiful, I love this… the fullness and excitement in ripeness that joins all our hearts.
This is beautiful, and the more so for the touch of menace with the barb wire separating the poet from the pickers.
Wonderful!!!
Thank you all for the kind words.
Tish
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!
Gosh, so much going on in this. A whole narrative to be imagined. Love it.
marion