dressing in black
on this wintry day …
~
Rebecca
~
in black
advances
down the middle
of the street
oblivious to traffic
~
dark mists
and Avalon
the perfect rupture of sky
~
from her fingers
black threads
spin skirt
and widow’s weeds
~
black painted nails
blackened sockets of eye
her lips black also
from a feast of berries
~
~
Copyright 2000 Jane Tims
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Ah, yes, looking forward to a feast of berries come summer!
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Barbara Rodgers
February 5, 2014 at 11:08 am
🙂
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jane tims
February 5, 2014 at 4:20 pm
Beautiful, Jane. Your poem goes so well with your photos, especially the first, the trees in black.
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Robin
January 31, 2014 at 11:50 am
Hi Robin. Thanks. Jane
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jane tims
February 1, 2014 at 12:14 pm