Friday, October 22, 2010


What leaves may fall,
what tunnels window fare
The sheet we use
for propping mirrors

One knot to tie
the sweeping sky
and tall
With wings to carry
circles, feathers, all

Askance aside
Now nestled
pillow blush

And oh,
you look a picture
lying there


Jenny said...

You always manage to make your lines dance. I like it!

Francis Scudellari said...

Perfectly lovely... the first three stanzas communicate such a grand vision, followed by those wry last lines.

Megan Duffy said...

Gorgeous, Scrybe. The rhythm ripples like a stream and the images are precise and thoughtful. I love "pillow blush."

The Scrybe said...

:D Thanks! Once again I love the feedback I get here.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


Such a beautiful, and relaxing mood has developed after reading your words.
I loved the idea of 'pillow blush'.

A delightful read...