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

9 Responses

  1. Marilyn Hazelton Says:

    Wonderful! Thank you Tish!

  2. Jean LeBlanc Says:

    This is so beautiful. Thank you for this!

  3. Debbie Says:

    You transported us! Thank you!

  4. Kath Abela Wilson Says:

    beautiful, I love this… the fullness and excitement in ripeness that joins all our hearts.

  5. d. f. tweney Says:

    This is beautiful, and the more so for the touch of menace with the barb wire separating the poet from the pickers.

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  7. Tish Davis Says:

    Thank you all for the kind words.


  8. Mojde Says:

    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!

  9. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    Gosh, so much going on in this. A whole narrative to be imagined. Love it.


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