A Pause Most-needed
The silky film
Dances lightly beyond there
Framed by white boardsThree candle sticks
Firm, thin, red, unlit
Held in an iron grasp, sturdyA crisp sheet
Drapes smooth over the seat
Where she sits still, sereneThe china cup
Balances on a thin pedestal
Her hand cradles all in distractionThis is new
A life begins and ends
From this single viewShe rests quiet
Captivated by what she sees
And does not seeA dark sheath
The colour of night
Clings to her in stark contrastEverything else lies
Peacefully taupey pale
The perfect backdrop for a clean slateHas she arrived?
Will she leave?
Is this a moment in time unexpected? Deliberate?She waits there
Respite with tea, mesmerized
As the world outside shimmers in a misty hazePerfection truly
How can it not be?
Beauty startling and pureIs she excited?
Sad and pensive thoughts clutter round
A pause most neededHer legs crossed
Stiff, tightly woven
Fixed into heels of purposeChocolate beneath her
Hard and rich yet lacking in sweetness
It remains her foundationHer hair curled
A ledge that sways if her head moved
Bangs in precise positionShe is absorbed
In all that encompasses her
Engulfs, embraces, holds her motionlessA bell rings
It is close and far
Her thoughts dissipating into the shadowsStill she sits
Her arm stiff now as pearls press into her skin
The cup must be put downBut there locked
Entranced by future, present, past
She cannot budgeAt last calm
She will stay there until she cannot
And then she will rise and begin it allpeekiequeen prose, copyright Saturday, June 21, 2014
Image: In Thoughts of You by Jack Vettriano
wow. Love it! You certainly know how to describe a mood in an image! B. On 6/21/14 10:28 PM, “The Expressib
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