Friday, 29 April 2016

window ledge...

window frame
of morning
buzzing with
a micro landscape of

a ledge
divides and

ruffle of a smile
a little figure
sheathed in 
elfin threads
elfin glad rags

she could be happy

but her eyes 
the secret of
her frozen moment

all I see
in my moment
a young girl

in but not of

my scraps of autumn
oddments of the colours in my life

our ledge
divides and

Poetry form: free verse - 79 words

This is one of several little whimsical figurines on my bedroom window ledge.
Outside, autumn days, autumn lights are closing in.

Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Instapoetry - no more than 100 words


brudberg said...

What a great way to have something that separate you from the outside... she is almost like a guardian angel.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Wonderful photo, and wonderful poem on many levels.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Lovely!! I agree she looks like a guardian angel :D

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a whimsical delight, Gemma. It has been great to have you participating in April Poetry month with us in the Garden. I have so enjoyed reading your poems.

Margaret said...

Quite elfin. She makes me smile.

Stacie Eirich said...

She is ethereal but you also make her real through your words - beautiful photo and language. These words will stay with me a while:
"my scraps of autumn
oddments of the colours in my life
Thanks for sharing.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Autumn? That's my favorite season. You brought this to life.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the figure, and the colours of the autumn light beyond the window. I really enjoyed your poem as well.

De said...

What a great shot. And LOVE those "scraps of autumn

Anonymous said...

Wonderful photo which just hints at the 'beyond' and great line about here eyes sealing 'the secret of her frozen moment'

C.C. said...

I like, "a micro landscape of innuendo" and "scraps of autumn"--such great phrases that add so much here!

Susie Clevenger said...

Your figure seems like a bit of spring framed in autumn. Her eyes are eternally captured in a moment..I wonder about her view. Lovely poem

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